by BOBBY SIDNA HART
A day of cabernet,
my husband far away,
serendipitous sounds,
no breath of sorrow.
Soft breezes,
warm sunshine,
petals gently
touch my face.
There cannot be
a better day to
fly into the cosmos,
see the paradise of space.
I could die today
and that would be okay
even though I have plans
for tomorrow.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bobby Sidna Hart lives in North Carolina. She attended Nyack College in Nyack, New York in the 1970s. In 1986, 1987, and 1990, Bobby was a Sam Ragan Writer-in-Residence, Weymouth Center, Southern Pines, NC. Her writings have appeared in The Crucible (1987), Weymouth (1987), The Pilot (1987, 1995), Pembroke (1989), NC Poverty Project (1989), Book of Days (1997, Wake Forest University), Kakalak (2018) and SPLASH (2019) among other fine anthologies.
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I absolutely love the art that is accompanying my poem. What a beautiful image and color palette. I can’t thank you enough HWP! You do your artists proud! BB
I love this so much!! So funny and witty!