Literal Pluto, a love poem

Contemporary air
on literal Pluto –
rain tamping down
the buildings we pass,
I look out the window
and see you driving us.

I have memories of
you years
 from now.

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in winter I consider

cranapple pie

in winter I consider
ripe peaches in my
summer hands over
the sink:

the soft………..the fabric
the drip……….the light
the sugar…….the weight
the love……….the lovely

in summer I consider
cran-apple pie that I
eat on china in winter:

the red………..the pucker
the parties….the gifts
the birds…….the wedding
the love………the loving

 

Photo: houseofnasheats.com