Still
I remember you, midflight
In humid air,
By where the water fell
From the sky. You were
Made of honey
In the summer—
Such a small and beautiful thing. A memory is
Left for me.
I will be the keeper—
We are still
There in the Catskills. After you stung your only sting,
I hope that heavy day
Felt like sleep.
Michael De Rosa is a writer of short fiction and poetry from Cold Spring, NY. His work has been featured in Anima Poetry, The Blue Lake Review, Chronogram, The Nottingham Review, Offline Samizdat, and Otoliths.