she is a Spanish song
lost four years ago
we thought the news was too much to keep up with back then
a Banana Republic Saint
the nights she would drive us to San Francisco
to buy us sourdough and watch us dance
a $7 rose
she is ocean
and she is English History
deeper than all roses
have you ever felt a hug,
like warm waves taking you out?
the sun was pink the morning after
we stood at the end of the park to stare
the last time we saw her eyes
Nicole Estelle is a writer and film photographer dwelling in Southern Oregon. She thrives on making coffee for strangers and daydreaming.