Glimpses: 49
She slipped
On her way back up the stairs.
She was carrying these silver boxes
With lavender and cream ribbons. They
Were intended to be used for
The presents we meant to give each other.
As her foot gave way she caught them all
One hand on top
One hand on bottom.
She sat her body on the old pine step -
Looked at me -
Laughed -
Love.
All of it lays within her one simple slip.
