Sentiment Slivers

A button collection in an old tin can A dipping wax model we made of our hands at the Renaissance Festival, one day in fall The first sound of Mozart in Benneby Hall A love note gone crumpled in earthenware pots A needle thin necklace bedraggled in knots A wooden carved zebra with amber eye shine An old Trosser canister for coffee to grind White toast with butter and honey in stacks A morning mint sun folding shade on our backs A summer of tar stains on feet without shoes while we endeared moments we never would lose An evening with salt on our skin from the beach The height of emotion you suddenly reach when peaches are washed off of sand in the gulf You sweet and salty and sure of yourself Seven good friends you can count on your hands Mango tree sugar in silvering sand A laugh like your jaws will detach in relief A twinkle in eyes growing wise in belief The pocket thesaurus, nineteen twenty two My eager ambition to be close to you.