Today a bright red sun
was swallowed up in
bloodstone drifts of cloud.
How many nights do
I miss this; it was
beautiful, as you are.

Rain, finding my face
as I sat - legs stretched
to your quiet chair, sprayed
against the skin near my lips.
For a moment
I could taste you
as the sky set in
beneath the patio eaves
and gave the
bamboo wind chimes song.
.