Poetry Blogs (2019, lilacs)
Between the last customer
and morning light
in the parking lot of the Korean Gentleman's Club,
he picks lilacs for me.
Standing high against a warehouse wall,
these always bloom early, and
he goes annually, covertly, in the still dark,
unsure of welcome by the
He fills the car.
I imagine that damp, spring-scented ride home,
his fantasy of be...
Wednesday 27th March 2019 11:39 pm