96 Readings | 2 Ratings

ST. VALENTINE

Say you swabbed your heart,

took a sample of your past.

Would what got away be obvious?

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The smoke next door says bread is born.

Neon construction netting longs to blend with flowers.

The bark of city trees, untended, tenderizes.

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It’s too late in the century to talk cherry blossoms,

even if they rain. I circle the block, tap out your name,

see at last how the sun sticks to everything.

Posted 02/14/17
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