There are few words here, so they should be rich and deep
like chocolate for matzoh candied cookies.
Let us say:
The sun rises for me at 8:55 pm between the sleeping driveway and the shadowed birds of paradise
when I leave your warm car and cross to the gate and know that you are there
all the sweet understated things you are, like honey cake to crown late summer quietly
I won’t list the ingredients, just jot down the aroma of safety that spices a bright room before a night of music.
~ to my Grandmother
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