You slap me in the face
like a bucket of ice water on the fifty yard line.
I wake from my stupor
to spot seagulls swirling above my mother’s head,
corn chips drawing them closer and closer,
their shapes softly silhouetted in your sapphire sky.
A cup is gripped tightly by an admirer
in the distance.
Time stops.
Then, a black crow lands and
the cobalt fades to powder and salmon.
Lingering here,
I understand,
but only briefly.
A chill wind brushes against my cheek
and you’re gone.
Angelina's Garden 
Great! And your mom looks great! Give her a “Hi” and a “Love” from me.
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I love these photos of her!
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These photos are really wonderful – I especially love the gulls in flight. Your poem has many subliminal messages! These lines jump out “Lingering here/I understand/but only briefly.” Loved this.
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Thank you! But wanting to write about these photos for a few weeks
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I was lost in the reverie of the blue sky with you. Thanks for taking me outside of these four walls for a moment!
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