Flippin Eck

He dreams of South America
At sunset,
Amongst the orchids
And gardenias that drift
To the sound of memories -

- We file languidly
To watch him in
Old familiar,
The stitches in his new
Coat smile lazily
At the memory.

He takes his first step,
His smile lopsided as always
And his heart beating
Strong on his sleeve.

A cacophony of colours
Adorn the loss,
but he leaves us:
in laughter
and in love.