THELMA T. REYNA
three today, hello kitty
bows bundling auburn curls,
eyes round with sun, plump legs
rushing to cousins
cavorting in her backyard pool.
three today, glorious day,
april breezes swathing jacaranda
and crepe myrtles, wisteria twining
round pergola posts where parents
lounge and dine nearby with friends.
my brother called to say his angel’s
gone gone in a sigh, the
time it took to hug a niece and offer
wine to neighbors coming late.
his angel sank from clouds to
azure tiles, past splashes, shouts,
past eyes and hands and parents
lounging, murmuring with friends.
my brother wept and said his angel’s
gone gone in a turn of
head, a blink of eye, a toast, acake wheeled in, a loving word.