I saw my reflection

in your eyes

Cat like cunning

cut across my brow

Was it I or you

I wondered vainly

for a reason

to dislike what

I saw

But was it

I or you

contained in that

look

My memories hang

heavy as Wisteria

On my wall

 

Thick with sent

of ruminations

on a long summer

day

 

Bees and Wasps

hover and hum

crowded my thoughts

crowed me

 

Threaten to sting

me with sharp

reflections

 

Purple flowed remainder

resplendent as their

green leaved

frame

 

My memories hang

heavy as Wisteria

on my wall

 

The sharp sunlight

picks out the

grandeur and

highlights decay

 

Reminisces in

full bloom

sent the air

all around me

 

And I drift

Drift

Drift

the day