I Will Not Bother You

with the micro-

aggressions of age

but you will know them

I will not remind you

the moment

on a Saturday

under a blue Bimini

watching water glitter

The delicious mustiness

of a French

Quarter bookstore

Of eating peppers

and ice cream

and doughnuts

and tacos,

with abandon,

of holding the wind

in the leaves of trees

as a toddler runs

to meet her friends

these moments

are your life

but I cannot tell you

because I was too busy

then as you are now

I will not bother you.