Fluorescent green grubs.
In rotten cedar litter.
Prickly yellow shrubs.
Branches high in the sky.
Can still hear the creek's critters.
Atop the mountains when I can cry.
I miss you.
Miss you.
Issue.
Shoe.
I cannot feel her lips anymore.
Though her voice still makes me shiver.
The screeching echoes of a commodore.
I miss you.
Miss you.
Issue.
Shoe.
note: the painting Trick or Treat is presently on display at a Vancouver art show and a photo of it will be made available soon.