Here's a little piece from a Zoom session I led a few years ago.
When we kissed, you
seemed like a prince
and I swooned
over the amber scent
of your open lips.
Oh yes,
tears were spent
when you issued your decree
and banished me from
your close kingdom.
But eventually I
relaxed my fists
and stopped pounding
on your castle gates.
Instead, I walked
through a neighborhood,
as common as a penny,
with pale mushrooms
bobbing in parking strips
and a marimba of ants
crossing the concrete.
Have you ever noticed
the scent of ferns or a faded
rose or even dirt after a gray
November rain?
These are things worth
bowing to, the things
the gods create,
the things I thought
I'd tasted in your
gilded kiss.
Linda Ferguson
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