zafusy

1. Nighttime
figure on a porch
leans against a door
waiting for love
engaged in discourse
or, silently, a cigarette

2. Mid-afternoon
poolside. Sun. Wind. Shimmering water.
Two mockingbirds, contesting

Architectural Space
Time and History
Sexuality

where childhood awakening is both
vicious and innocent.

3. Mid-morning
with new cedar mulch
spread around the shrubbery,
I keep smelling Christmas
through open windows.

Jnana Hodson

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