Red, pink, blue, white, purple
cotton candy clouds, we're on the beach
at Lake Lansing when she starts in, "Those
skeletons we saw today in the MSU museum,
I mean dinosaurs and things...," "A great museum,
isn't it?," "But elephants in Kansas 25 million years
ago....how much is twenty-five million years?,"
"It's one hundred, one thousand, a hundred thousand,
a hundred hundred...," "And how old are you, grandpa?,"
"Seventy-three."

                       GLENNA

                         Je comprend le
                         silence,
                         our needs sliding
                         into soft chairs
                         and not much
                         need to move,
                         the passion as
                         soft as clouds,
                         re-assurance, clapping
                         on the back,
                         hugs turning into
                         falling leaves, another
                         cup of soy milk,
                         another oatmeal
                         creme
                         (Je t'adore)
                         cake, facing
                         the idea of the final
                         doors
                         closing.