Angel wings

I woke up in a picture
Angel wings
From a graveyard in Buenos Aires
The bed out of place ....

Yesterday:
the artist's birthday
the day after
the wedding

This day
The last day .....
I will not see you for a few years

An island of time

Piecing together fragments of memory
Our lives and ideas
A mosaic of us
Compare scars and
Pick at the scabs that won't heal

... what fun ....

We expect things to be so perfect
It never was, is, or will be
"Or is it?"

Silly and laugh

And now
Driving home
Project you through my gaze
Into this landscape

still yours

You're brilliant in it
You remind me
of myself
In relation to you

Thank you for that

Oh
Dear
my sister
and
always
yours,
Fran

For Teresa
2 March 2008