Thank you for the kindness of love..

Thank you for the kindness of love..

( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-eight.)

Cecelia was a Monterey beauty. More beautiful than the flowers that decorated the walkway

by the pier. She was well-spoken, she wore colorful Summer dresses and she could read the

ancient poets aloud from memory. When I kiss her face, when I kissed her long flowing hair.

I could smell the fragrant of the Summer flowers.

She was very kind to me. She listen to me, she held my hands and she allowed me to steal kisses.

I would buy her new plants to plant in her garden. She would make coffee and we would

talk/listen to Leonard Cohen songs. I helped her plant some red and white roses and she told me.

Johnnie, I do adore you. You have became part of my garden.

Coyote