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