Windows, Not Mirrors
 
the late afternoon mid-winter sun’s
angle of repose
the pleasure of being specifically needed
rather than just being merely available
even the sub-tropical climate zone
marks winter by its absence
that which remains unspoken
is made known by its silence
things not held closely
vanish by slow attrition

[RK, 1/8/22]


Bonfire

it smolders
while you search for the egg timer
once firmly attached to your ovaries

it warms without warning

when the grandfather clock falls and
crushes your yard-sale locket

it bursts into an actual inferno
as you wave hello and goodbye
to your très chic friends and enemies

[RK, 1/8/22]