Read Poetry: WAS…, by Claudia Wallace

For a brief moment
skies were blue 
cars so arranged 
on weekend visits

subtle talks over coffee
old movies firing up love
play was the plot for the day
desire entered into it

children sleepovers 
called out for pizza 
chilled wine slowly sipping
feeling the warm rush of you

Sunday preparation 
departure off to war
flight 1010 to New York 
children in a tearful tow

returning home 
your scent lingers 
that somber space
such dead silence
 

For a brief Moment 
skies were blue 
cars so arranged 
on weekend visits…