For Ajay, Claire, Alya, Tio and Kassie

 

When it’s time to leave,

I’ll roll this yellow meadow

like a beach towel

and pack it in my bag.

 

When they ask if I have anything to declare,

I won’t tell them how

I’ve spread that soft Fanjeaux moon

like chevre et miele on my skin,

and licked a fingerful of sky

pinker than a barrel of sherbet sugar

to hide on my tongue.

 

They won’t notice, I’m sure,

that I carry your cartwheel

like a golden hoop in my ear,

and that my pockets are full of riddles,

my eyes full of lakes,

my heart full of you

and your beautiful bienvenue.

 

Thank you.