by Karen Poppy
On the date of his death, December 22 Herringbone, perfectly placed seam, Tight-shouldered and single-breasted. Loose-fitting pants, but elegant crease. Dark shoes polished to a shining gleam. English-born and oui, French-invested. Calf-bound books, in leisure and peace. Morning in bed, dark eyes meet green. Then afternoon, jodhpurs and sweater. Froth up that horse. Ride hell for leather.
May 15th, 2019