Amber

To love is to commit to memory

That evening was special

the mailman singing and the duck on a leash

the sun plunging, kicking up color

our faces like sunflower heads.

The river’s invisible pacing:

a mosey slow enough to relish things

but quick enough to leave them

time becoming unimportant

That’s how I learned to love

to commit to memory

take a sliver of heaven and suspend it

fix it in the amber of my head.