PLAYING PEEK-A-BOO
My newly dead wife appears
and disappears every night
at the turning point between
my inhalation and exhalation.
I catch a glimpse of her eyes
and loving smile for a moment.
A silhouette suddenly appears of
my reincarnated wife’s face on
the shadow of my bedroom wall.
She reports:
Your boat will be waiting for you
on the waters of Neptune’s moon
delivered by the same old friend
who once volunteered to sail your
fine boat all the way up to PEI.
I can hardly wait to take you sailing
on the swirling blue waters of Triton.