The image of my son, sunning, eyes closed,
stretched out on a lounge chair,
orange peel piled up on his chest,
mimosas in crystal, fresh-squeezed in a cup,
sweet slices with buttered bread for lunch,
with bright mini globes
smiling from the green dark
and white petal fragrance
bolder than whispering
the names of things we love.
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner