Thu
Jul
16
in the cool shade of blue moon time
the spring holiday was nearly upon us
new buds marked the azaela and beech
while on the porch, in the last rays of dusky sunlight,
you sat, crosslegged, hands in a frenzy
slipping little yellow beads onto thread
with a fine silver clasp at the end
a vintage necklace,
a gift for a dear friend.
swifter, far swifter,
than those hands working
are the synapses of nerves
found in the brain
that struggle with this enemy
who chases me now
in the bright rays of yellow sun shine
and in the cool shade of blue moon time
