I always wait for the sun to bow
The clouds to sedate their lining
And intoxicate themselves
To sit outside pointing south of the house
My legs swinging off the rotting boards of the deck
Leading out to the soft moody water
Mimicking the sky and all of its colors
Writing my poems about you again
How I never took myself for another swim
Or a row in that boat we last were in
How I never again used the 90s stereo we bought auxiliaries for
Just to hear our favorite songs
the way we were used to hearing them when we were kids
I still haven't touched any rolling papers that you did
I left them in our venturing basket
If I smoked, I did so only on your birthday
Everything you ever touched is still pure
Like my love.
Artistry...