Sleep – quick ruby – day’s
exclamation point. In a
garden we met. You –
gathering sugared blossoms.
I – collecting summer afternoons.
I remember how you hummed
as you toiled, happy in your

work. Then the day was taken
from us. As I began to walk
indoors, I turned to see you dart
into the boxwood where you
watched me. Each of us – a
whisper of the day. May you be
well, my bauble.