CHICORY Jessie Urgo
College of William and Mary
In the slanted, late afternoon light, your blue petals are almost purple. They are tattered like flags, and splayed out in a circle like a childâ€™s drawing of sun rays. Unseeing, you watch the mountains. I know youâ€™ve done a lot of waiting on roadsides, a lot of waiting for people who never come, and tonight, you are remembering. I know that you want to be alone, you want to be quiet and let the shadows blur the edges of your pain. So we wait. On the horizon, the mountains become lavender, and the sky turns yellow above them. There is not enough silence for the remembering.