When my palms were still growing
to reach the white berries
on the carved tree of memories
with one heart and two initials…
I remembered her eyes
behind the car window
knocking with two fingers
and a great wide-open smile
with a pearl necklace sitting inside her mouth/ calling my name: –
in a quiet voice, so that no one heard her
-not even the wind… that was touching/teasing her face –
She is lost
she is lost forever
and forever I have lost
that woman who knocked on the window with two fingers
and a mouth full of white pearls…
In a parking lot
where I sat and remembered
the woman who knocked
on the window with two fingers
and a mouth full of white pearls/who quietly called my name
– so that the little girl would not wake up
in the back of my dreams – is now covered in white roseleaves.
… And in the parking lot
pinching the white off memories
the white berries turn purple from my grief.
