Seriously, there’s still so much to do
winter snows, my joints ache,
eyes too (I’ve a list).
I lean back
and it’s you:
flushed from flapping our sheets
bearing unasked-for treats
(a trace of your perfume)
or late lifting this heavy bloom to gold.
And some summery music today (just right for lounging on a the hood of green Chrysler) – here’s Ahmad Jamal with Poinciana from 2014.