by Jnana Hodson

the white figure swims into a lotus pad

a water lily folded against a sunset

not only do I lose a red fountain pen, I lose Jessi’s earrings,
leave my swim trunks behind

a toe dangling into a ripple
form the tall figure splayed on an oversized floating lotus blossom

a floating frond

creation, yet she says
many things in this life stretch the imagination

still trying to digest dwelling places
of rejection where I’ve loved

with an air of revolution
there’s no easy way out

took a quick swim rather than shower