|This photograph caught my eye and imagination. It is from a New York Times article: Man Cave With A View|
I don’t want to talk or read about death anymore.
I just want to think about pretty things.
I want to pretend that I am sitting in this room in a thin flowery dress
with the sun warming my shoulders and bleaching my hair
while I listen for the sound of your laughter
like chimes gently kissing in a summer breeze.