this morning i
tore the top off the jones bottle you gave me
heard the seal break with finality
watched bubbles rise like childhood hopes
through blue, true as friendship
remembered rainbows upon window sills
rimming spring peepers and thunderstorms
raised the glass to my lips
swallowed soda, sweet like river dreams
ripped the picture off the empty bottle
read my fortune: "lady luck will soon visit"
felt a tear slide
tasted salt
toasted cheers to you, kindred spirit
to love
kindred spirits, we.
remembered rainbows upon window sills
ReplyDeleterimming spring peepers and thunderstorms
...so beautiful! I love that you write to specific people...I always 'used':( to do that, I think I need to start again...what a treasure!
this is so poignant and beautiful, friend. you sound lonely though. i wish i could be there, to drink tea and laugh together. love you.
ReplyDeleteps. when i clicked on your link it took me to last week's post, so i'm going to edit it, if that's okay, so people are redirected here instead. xo
ReplyDeleteThis has left me wanting more, wanting to ask questions. Hope all is well with you, and many blessings visit soon.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful and rich. and filled with warmth. How blessed you are to have such a friend!
ReplyDeleteLike! Like! I mean, now I'm really, really pining for some carbonation. I need a Jones. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for your sweet comment on my post at Emily's place!
As a matter of fact we are neighbours...in a provincial sense. I'll visit again. Thanks!
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