Day 20

by angisullins


i overheard someone at the coffee shop

say that cold was brewing

strong winds forecasted

i zoomed home to fetch my loves

headed down 64

over the gorge bridge

toward a ranch full of ghosts

where Georgia O’keefe

paints the mountains

still

along the blue horizon,

I snapped bits of golden leaves

and cloud-shrouded rivers

into the shutter of my mind

what i couldn’t fit

i stuffed into my camera

i felt like a thief

stealing beauty

stowing memories

pack-ratting souvenirs of love

proof.

we were here.

we were a family.

we belonged.

we still do.