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and the desert breeze
winds around the branches,
where the honey-essenced mesquites
perfume the sand
licked up
in the sonoran drift,
i sway here, too—
waiting for you,
twisting just a half smile
until you come,
your hair smelling like pine,
and mine
like shadows
coming out into the sun
© 2025 jennifer wagner
photo (me) © 2025 ian wagner
Tomorrow we’ll attend your service of remembrance. And I will remember you. Your stories, your recipes, your smile and laughter at our beloved Labrador. Your love of sweets, your faith in God. I am happy your body held out and held up long enough to see you into an age many don’t survive to—and happy I got to know you. It was a blessing to bless you. To visit you and hear your voice of pride for your children, granddaughter, and great-granddaughter. I hope I am as happy and delight-filled and delightful as you were in all my last days.
white natal plum blossom
dropped from the shrub
still scents the air on hummingbird wings
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
dVerse Haibun Monday: Memento Mori
for my beloved neighbor Mary