by Eva Fischer Rech

at our love, the world did glare
but love
has a habit
of clinging to exhaled air
it is reimagined
into sunny days
and fresh flowers
brand new paint
and extra hours
we are together
in that mailed Swiss Franc
in the bright yellow and lavender flowers
living side-by-side near the bank
in the church playground swings
our spirits still sing
in every bottle of bright blue Jone's soda pop
we swim hand-in-hand nonstop
in tranquility flavored smoke
we swirl as one
we float together through the light of the sun
in the meadow behind
the old friend's home
we roam
and watch the sunset
and the stars
the daisies by the hiking trail
forever ours.