Bubbles of life,

Floating unnoticed.

A call. ...

In olden days,

I could stare,

Into the eye, ...

Coming back.

To his house.

After months away. ...

That house.

Right there.

On the hill. ...

Let’s go there.

No trains or people.

Not today. ...

Green is calming.

White helps to dream.

And blue days, ...

Sometimes,

I become prickly.

Hard to hold. ...

The beach,

Where we played,

Every summer. ...

Patiently growing.

Quietly accepting the path.

Waiting for summer, ...

Morning coffee,

At our nearby café,

Will never be the same. ...

“Irises.”

Living in paintings,

The countryside, ...

PJ’s.

A knot.

Empty toilet paper roll. ...

Spring clouds.

Drifting above it all.

Pink, yellow, and green, ...

“I love you.

Forever friends.”

Tattooed messages, ...

Temporarily closed.

Will open again soon.

Let all this pass. ...

Not long now…

Sun.

Warm water. ...

Closed for business.

It’s COVID-19 times.

Even starfish, ...

Sincerely,

I’m rusty.

Things appear on me, ...

Strange,

How distant things,

Are often easy to see. ...

Cracking,

Breaking apart.

The years erode. ...