i sit closest to the window with
coffee in a mug that’s not mine
to tell my roommates, but mainly my friends
how sunny it was at eight a.m.
when i went outside to move my car
like summer! though not warm
we welcome the birds back at last
and our black cat sits behind me on our sill
watching them intently, trilling
wishing she could catch one til
she’s sleeping sitting up
addie’s laughing now
though i’m disturbing her homework
and the yellow roses in their vase —
from friends who not only hear but listen and remember —
beautifully dying
together, taste daylight
e.m.