June 14, 2023

I dreamt last night…in the month of June. You came into the room, wearing your purple checked shirt…all bent over and smiling and pleasant. We chatted and went somewhere and you adjusted your glasses as you always do.

I feel the fabric of that purple checked shirt, the buttons and the fold in the collar.

I heard that death is a terrible thing and that no one should wander through it. But of course…of course…and therein lies the tension. We were not to have had the experience and here we find ourselves in the greening month of June; with the evening air which smells like old wine, touching the checked material of purple cotton and hearing the honking of a lone and lost goose outside the window…