loneliness
joins me on the cool patio this morning
a constant friend
in the water spraying from the hose
onto my deadheaded rose bush
resting for a second bloom
in the mourning dove’s aria
sung from the rooftop
to the neighborhood, and me, below
is it mourning dove
or morning dove
and does it really matter
in my cat
timidly tiptoeing through the threshold
to behold what treasures await
in the beams of sunshine
slanting across the bricks
just now reaching my toes
in the coffee’s steam
that shows me just how cold it is
this morning
in the memories
ever present yet just a thought away
that bring you back to me
friends are everywhere
and nowhere
grief is funny that way
