Chena Is Home

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.