Somewhere
ii.
I Saw Summer
sipping wine.
I can’t say where.
Watched her loosen up
her tie.
Shake out her hair.
I asked about the brightest thing
she knew—
Eeeeazzzzzy!
She laughed.
And of course…
I wanted more.
Checkin' things out by the river.
Posted in hello, moon
If the Moon wrote on Ode to Brussels Sprout…
what a marvelous ode it would be:
of a roll
in a roll
of a tuck
in a fold
of a bonsai
cabbage leaf.