by Steven J. Serafiani

She is currently prepping her summer
dress bloom routine,
out of chest at foot of bed,
winter clothes folded and replaced
she sings to radio fondness
serenades blind inch sun peak as hand
pulls stringed cord down and to the right for
full basket ray warmth
window slid, the spring breeze come in
combs her fragrant pampered hair at
canvas on easel propped chair and hums.
Dear, I will see you soon in our
coffee logo sidewalk stroll; saunter, stop.
perhaps, just perhaps- we will be.