By Calypso createld@hotmail.com
Date: 3 January 2000

Evergreen Magnets

I sift through pictures,
One by one,
They slide from my hands, 
Softly, wistfully.

That one of you, remember?
Standing in the field, by the lake.
Your hands in your pockets, strong.
Your hands, still warm.

Eyes turned directly at mine, 
Into mine. Locked in.
And green, so green.
Like evergreen magnets.