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