My Lovely

I look at you

every evening,

and you gladly show yourself to me.

You’re not at all shy.

In fact you’re brazen.

You twinkle and shift—

wink and smile—

turn about.

Every evening

I come to you,

eager for your display.

I await your colors—


gold, and blue.

I await your smell,


sea, and cypress.

When that time comes

and you call for me


I will slip on my shoes

and head for your door.