On August

I am grateful that August / is the month when things choose / to end. A month of / worst anniversaries but still / I always imagine green. / I think of him swimming down deep, / of him riding his motorcycle, / of his first through the mirror / and also me. / I am grateful for August / because there are also good birthdays / and times we all drink milkshakes / remembering and toasting / and I no longer live alone.