monte brings light

his love for me, shown
in the reflected sunlight
and clear windowpanes

whispering solace to peeps this morning (about monte)

another lifetime
he the cat, we the lovers
he slept on our bed

my lover this morning

a small hinged mirror
positioned in the open door
sun on the back wall

small vase

my grandmother liked to thrift store shop
and since i spent alot of weekends with her i inherited that love

she wasnt adverse to buying something beautiful even if it had a chip or a tear

i remember the day she bought this little vase, because i helped her wash it, and as she swirled soapy water around the inside
the bird on the top began to sing

M lines things up

this morning these