The air now
must be a thousand degrees,
sweat like summer flowing down the streets,
not at all like the chilling breeze
that nicked me on his way out the door.
But I’ve got honey lavender on my tongue
and the day’s just begun.
Firstly, I claim this island
in the name of that shop on the corner,
the one whose door never swings shut
on its own. It’s a good sort of place
to be alone and I like it there.
My favorite comic is on the shelves
but my pockets come up empty.
No big deal.
We’ll sit under this wire tree
and talk of frivolous things, because
that’s what these days are for
and we don’t get many of them
anymore. Full of food and
swaying in the wind,
we’ll say goodbye for now
till we see each other again.