International Put Your Poem in a Shop Month

Oh yes. Was finally in a shop, with some poems and a camera and a brain to remember to participate in International Put Your Poem In A Shop month.

Words from earlier blog post here.

 

Juice of Citrus

When she was a pip, I drank jugs of ice tea,

the red-brown liquid swirls and clanking cube melt.

I’d take salt and suck the fat slices of lemon,

a whole fruit sometimes of sour satisfaction.

She crooks her finger into her diet coke

and crams the hooked lemon sliver, dripping into her mouth,

looks up with her father’s sharp eyes.

verses from 13 Ways of Looking at a Diva

viii

I know iambic pentameters

and sly, slant rhymes;

But I know too

that what the Diva tells

sparks what I know.

ix

When the Diva left

it marked the end

of one of many nights.

Happy Christmas everyone