Sunday, April 19, 2015

April 19th Poem - In the Poem



IN THE POEM

for Victor

I remember you in your red robe,
standing in a triangle of sunlight
as you feed our cats, put coffee on,
and break bread into pieces
for the birds outside in the snow.
You give me a poem you have written.
In the poem, what is best in me is
exaggerated the way truths are in dreams
and reading it, I see I am loved.




from Singing Magic by Barbara Alfaro
© Barbara Alfaro