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.
Sharon Richards 