...rememberings...

I lost my bracelet from Hawaii.
It had dolphins leaping with
the grace of aquatic jaguars.
It was the color of a mirror:
Silvery reflections.
If I close my eyes,
It becomes the color of
the moon to a blind person:
nothing but a tiny remembering.
As quiet as a cat
walking through ink.
A sweet remembering,
like the first creme egg of Easter
But then I remember it's gone,
and sigh with the taste of
a newly painted door
on my tongue.
I put on my hat,
and say to my hippo,
"Hold onto your spats, we're going to Hawaii!"