Lavender clouds hover
over gray green hills —
far to the north, a woman I know
paints grasslands beneath similar skies
A photograph of a lighthouse rests
on my mother’s piano —
on my mother’s piano —
decades ago, I climbed those very steps
with a lover now nearly forgotten
From the other room, Strauss floats
like rose-colored silk —
like rose-colored silk —
someday, I will remember this
perfect moment and sigh
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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