Poem: Artful

Short poem in response to Ali Smith’s book, Artful.


Artful

We lived together, her and I

Our bookshelves melded, too.

The scholar and the arborist,

Introduction days were through.

A world of sorrow at her loss.

Moving chairs to better see

My books, my rugs, my furniture.

Time heals, but not for me.

Thoughts?