After the Death Of

for five years
each Valentine’s he
was gifted roses
the scent of fields
where daisies march
between bovines
and their cud of dreams

he was chewed entwined
in sunbeams resting
on laneways and
concrete cavorting with
Icarus and clouds
the short walk to morning
coffee and work

he was preserved
friended and unfriended
a wave in an ocean
a point occluded by
sunset breaking onto
the shoreline of
old avatar in winter

forever bereft of spring