Dear Jerielle,

What I wouldn’t do
to go thrift shopping
with you again, dancing and 
ambitiously piling in new
looks up and down the aisle. 
Or to share McConnell Springs walks,
Raven Runs, Arboretum evenings, 
and sing the score of clouds, along trails 
marked and unmarked.
You’re in raindrops on peonies,
ice storms, and telephone wires. 
Paints and piano notes hold
out agate colors 
beyond Kentucky lines. 
Save me a place the next time
you adventure at the Clay Estate,
stop at High on Art & Coffee,
grab cheese on Euclid, or catch 
ballet practice in Woodland Park.
I love you,