He wraps her in words like blankets
His shirt tails like tail-ends of promises
She'll wash and fold them all away
Mangle and sprinkle lavender
The sun is paler now
The skies watch quietly
Rain on the marigolds
A sea view
"tea" She says.
Still one sugar only
Still like the afternoon

Once and nevermore
Twice she's replanted the flower beds
Three days now and not a word
Four days tomorrow
Five boats on the horizon
Six shirts in the cupboard
Seven deadly ways to meet the sea.



© Cecilia Danell 2012