The Time I Saw Jasmine

by Jonna M. Weston
a quiver of movement
tells me you walked here
           whisper of cloth
           crisp of leaves under-foot

these are too tangible
for what you have become
           a name underlying memory
           a song caught on tape

the card you signed
and I kept for no reason
           but that your hand
           had rested on the paper

in the dark I walk cautiously
listening waiting
           for your voice
           to mist my cheek.
Has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty five years. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, was published by Clarity House Press; and her poetry, A Summer Father, was published by the Frontenac House of Calgary.

© 2011, Jonna M. Weston