This poem found me today by way of walking to the grocery store, instead of driving, and through Mary Oliver’s poem: Humility “Poems arrive ready to begin. Poets are only the transportation.”

She spoke to me of pink –

The day unfurling like her,

One petal at a time.

Reminding me of candles

On my 10 year old birthday cake

And painted childhood bedroom walls.

Memories of Amy and Kayce

Waving out the rooftop

Of the pink Citroën in Paris –

Pink followed Amy home.