Voices on the Wind Memorable Voices
Red Dress by Kathy Cotton For this anniversary I planned to bring you flowers: a bouquet of favorite red roses to cascade over our names, carved side by side above our wedding date and flanked by digits of beginnings, endings— my birth date followed by a tentative dash. Yours, by finality. But this year I bought no saddle of silks to ride on the time-galloping back of black polished granite. Instead I drifted from flower shop to dress shop, where I bought this red sheath, hung incongruently now with a row of jeans—an anniversary dress to decorate my closet, a remembrance of your unfaded whisper: I knew I was in love with you when you were eighteen. I saw you sitting on the swing, waiting for me, wearing a red dress.