Read Poem by Robert Brunner

I’d like to give

you a souvenir.

that shines

like island sun

speckling on

the open collar

of your blouse

as the light

comes through

the shading tree.

I’d like to

exchange a kiss,

every time

I hear you say

you miss me.

I’d like to

have a note

sent by you

unregretful of

any love, though

it might be lost

in transit,

caught like the eye

in an agate.

I’d like to give

you roses,

the white, the red,

the black,

they are souvenirs

of every morning,

noon and night

by Robert Brunner