29 years…

I am still sitting there, submerged in water As the setting sun slants in, watching The coconut trees dancing in the wind. Still lost in my thoughts, you in yours Contentment seeping through pruned fingers Stopping to paddle, to swim to chatter Blowing fountains out of hands. I’m still painting myself into a corner As…

The last mango of the Salt Lake house

was starting to rot. I cut carefully around the edges, juices dripping down fingers  Into mouths that eagerly waited to bite  into the sweet yellow flesh. No one lives  in that house since you left. It lies abandoned, a shadow of what had been, a house full of memories the walls a reminder of all that…