empty the summer sky
o beloved
fill your coming and going
with soft purple shadows
empty the garden
my love
fling the rose’s scent skyward
fragrance is gone without you
empty your shoes
sweet
your tender soles
reluctant to leave me
empty your pockets
empty your hands
empty your arms
stay with me, beloved—stay
Pamela Olson, 8/29/10
For One Single Impression’s
prompt, “Empty”










