before the party

Clarissa turns

to think,

I’ve forgotten something

on this autumn day.

yellow roses

fill vases and

savories roast,

but something is missing.

like Septimus,

she hopes that he makes

a bold move

to mark, not death,

life,

and the mystery

of what is not her's.

yet.

Note: having a few friends over for dinner, and will roast. I wrote this last year before a party of some note, at least for me. He did not make a bold move, hasn't ever. You will see this in my words ... and some will have a full belly ... often.