Poem written by Joni Caggiano on 06/25/20 – Photo by Couleur on Pexels.com
black and white notes of the wide-eyed dusty piano spare the two lovers their uncharted melody bare windows are dripping tales on the inside while flushed water lilies turn their petals bashfully emerald green and scarlet was their cottage on the sea rising from the bed now, sated, he moves with a focus smelling bacon, and fresh coffee brewing, her smile floats tastebuds form a map, that takes her towards the smells; sand, odorous, and damp sheets create their beloved nest love had been born, bred and resurrected within these walls symbolic of the perfect pearl, aging in its oyster shell “for sale,” their sixty years of marriage, is now dishonored their story reduced to an insensitive, and strange realtor’s tale