When she was living
my wife bought 
a half-moon table 
at a garage sale and 
afterwards made us
a string of lights
from drinking cups and Christmas bulbs
that would light
our campsite at night
in the glow of sunflowers and daffodils
beneath the summer moon
spinning its stately circle, the 
Florida gulf beating its rhythm 
on the rocks behind our tent
while I held her.

When I moved to the California coast
I made string lights from drinking cups
the color of mustard blooms
on the hillsides in springtime, 
and bought
a half-moon table 
to celebrate her memory.

 Jonathan Bohrn (2007)
half moon table with knicknacks
half moon table with memorabilia
 2007 J. Bohrn photo archive


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