by Kim Malinowski
She died dreaming vibrant hues.
On ventilator, released,
dreaming and sleeping in clouds
all crimson and indigo,
no shadows, only shades of violet.
Whisper, hush, hesitant smile,
dreaming lilac dreams, dying, breath-by-breath.
Fading into marmalade skies,
kaleidoscope Autumn leaves,
lush mustards, tapered oranges, crinkling browns.
She faded into color, dreams, my memory.
Her ether is crisp citrine,
her dreams chanteuse, amber.
Her smile dusty rose and cheeks faint blush.
I did not know she was my prism
refracting light, breaking color into my life.
She leaves me pastels.
Hues leaving, leaving, leaving.
Kim Malinowski is a lover of words. Her collection Home was published by Kelsay Books. Her chapbook Death: A Love Story was published by Flutter Press. Her work has appeared in many magazines and literary magazines. She writes because the alternative is unthinkable. Nancy Andrews is an artist living outside of Philadelphia. Self taught in photography, she has been perfecting her images for over 15 years. Her subjects include abstracts, images inspired by nature, and observations of the world around her. Along with photography, she spends her days teaching art to little ones, playing ukulele and romping with her two little pups.