Poem #96

A duchess shouts her morning 
greetings to the taunting 
squirrels tight rope walking
between their yard and mine.

Rock music pounds, an enlivened 
soundtrack rocking in and out
leg pressed to your ear, holding
me open to softened light 
and a cool breeze
I am close
a squeeze and
collapse of sounds, 
held there between our
chests until we pull away 
and decide who’s going to
get the coffee for today.


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