At fifty-two
I forgot
Helena Bonham Carter
Then what to call
The crepe myrtle
The name of
The husband
Whose wife died
Of ovarian cancer
She was an artist
Like me
But happy about it
And even sometimes
The sweet stink
Of late summer
Magnolia blossoms
The mint geraniums
Our coven of rosemary
(The Chariton Review, Winter 2018)