A single cherry tree
A hummingbird colored chartreuse and gold
Flying so close to my head I think it will land on me
Bare feet
Bright green beneath me sprouting between my toes
The hem of my dress swinging around my knees
Grass stains covering the silk fabric
I know they’ll never come out.
Remnants of
Honey lemon iced tea made by
My boyfriend coat the back of my throat
The smell of his old cologne sticking to me in places
I cannot reach with my eyes and the ghost of his touch is present.
I smile.
Chena Is Home 