Swan Song

by Katarina Boudreaux


near the petunias
    we planted them in the rain months ago

she lost her first shoe
    barefoot on the swing, it was high summer

the ability to walk left later
    the circus was in town, and how we laughed

the last function to leave
    scallops were his favorite, carefully browned

she could smell the faint scent of jasmine
    it was too cold to walk around the block and
        I was never really listening

how many cups of tea



Katarina Boudreaux is a writer, musician, composer, tango dancer, and teacher -- a shaper of word, sound, and mind. She returned to New Orleans after circuitous journeying. New work is forthcoming in the Sand Hill Review and YAY!LA. www.katarinaboudreaux.com