Jessica Evans Foreshadowing
remembering errant lilies Gerber daisies, hair pins and spray, alone in morning, I set my face for the life you lead, fitting into leather-strapped wedge shoes, my barefoot spirit conforms to your vision. In Japanese cars, we caravan to the lake, arboretum whisking past like experiences to un-live, bleached-bright mermaid dress trails long gauzy veil of early autumn sunlight crossing the bridge, I wince, wanting Mozart’s violin to play simple chords, but standstill motion of bird song ripples from wind more intelligent than vows we repeat, these hands, clutching to a kiss, we hold on without passion, but, strength. as Elvis sings, we hold cocktail smiles, knocking back drinks like we’re fishing for dreams, wanting husband-wife fingers wrapped in yours, you’re off joking with sometimes friends, I practice waiting.