We shared a fondness for the word fecund,
She taught me the definition of the word creel
And the proper pronunciation of detritus;
And now I can barely remember her eyes.
Colorful as the days can be
They always end
In black & white
And I’ve taken
To documenting them,
In a journal named after
Then I sit by the flowing world,
My rod whipped out,
Closing the holes in my net
Until it’s a basket
Into which I stuff them.