Thursday, August 31, 2023

A Room of My Own: A Trilogy

lovers’ trail
my hands remember the curves
of her womanhood

windshield wipers squeak
back and forth we bicker over
stay or go ...

night of fireflies ...
all that remains 
of our on-off love


Added

her voice
recedes into the roar
of the river --
this floating life too short
to be anything but happy


AddedRe-Homing in the Maple Land, IX

my roommate
mutters, no you or I
only we 
crowded in this basement ...
together a l o n e 


Added:

after a day
unlike all the others
a six-lane snarl-up

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