A man
in a black waistcoat and polished shoes
A silver pocket watch dangling from bony fingers
and a bouquet of yellow poppies tucked underneath his arm
He looks up and whistles softly
the hummingbirds circle him, their wings untraceable
His eyes are black stars reflecting morning light
The skies have a coral glow circling the edges,
irregular orange clouds,
Just the half-moon, where she dangles,
pirouetting to the next sky,
He watches her vivid silhouette,
remembers her dimples and laugh lines,
the blue glow of her eyes in crimson fall,
The man smiles at her and she spins on her toes,
smiling back.

Alice Bellan