• One day, I will upend this bucket of words
    upon your beautiful brow
    and watch with delight as you taste
    every
    last
    one
    
    -rjm
  • The first of September arrived in a jacket
    bringing the first drops of rain we’d seen in months
    We made coffee and dragged our quilt to the porch,
    listened to the rain, to each other’s breathing
    A moment in time, frozen

    -rjm