Beauty

ephemeral

The notes play through the air

Drifting like snowflakes

The wind won’t let go

Settling softly on your shoulders,

shoes

Bursting like soap bubbles on the

ground

Wrapping you in muffled comfort

Like a warm hug

Then melting under your warm breath

On your glittering eyes

Sailing away from your puckered lips

The flute’s notes, the soap bubbles

The warmed white wind

ephemeral

Except in every exhaled tear

Of memory

 

Jamie Morris

November 14, 1992