80 Beats for the Life of Jimmie

80 Beats for the Life of Jimmie

October 2015

It was the soft resonance

of your honeysuckle,

of your valley mist rising,

of the southern porch,

cinema to our ears.

The beaming light, love,

cornflower blue eyes,

from wide lips, a smile,

wherever you were that glow.

Promise, more words, more words, 

more words

I whispered to you

when I held your hands.

I know your teaching soul blooms.