Alphabet soup settles,


beguiles, during rainy cold


churning with exes and ohs


dancers in memory


exclaims of thorn and rose;




forget me, forget me not:


Gerbera, Daisy, Peony  


holds the eye to


illuminate petals


jarred in metal and glass




Kisses’ wet imprint


lost under debris and touch:


manmade, fabricated, rushed,


natural, earthy, a simmering broth


opens chambers heavy in locks




Quotes from Shakespeare,


“Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”


“Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?”


“The course of true love never did run smooth.”


“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.”




Verity is best with diamonds and poems


warming in a bowl, letters,


Xeroxing the thoughts in her head:


yesterday, today, and tomorrow


Zigs and zags to fill a ceramic night.