Racing early sunsets or an inevitable
nor’easter, roofers hammer while your
old man fills coal bins and oil tanks.

Now I awaken with a fringe of clear ice.
Everywhere, brilliant flags
tongue smoky wind.

All we desired was so dangerous
and forbidden, you knew someone must
jail idle persons and vagrants.

They teased the groom before the wedding.
Ordered propane knowing the bride’s
lacy artifice resembles sincerity.

Later, when ivory chess men spill
on Turkish carpet, fingers scurry across
an astonished harp soon muffled by snow.

These days, I keep returning to adolescence
with a hope this time I can land you
with my new carnal insight.

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Copyright 2015
Poem originally appeared in Poetry Depth Quarterly


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