Bio Note: My poetry has been published in various journals, mostly haiku. My first two chapbooks 'spring dawn' and 'what the sky holds' were published earlier this year, by bottle rockets press. I am currently employed at a Costco store, working with the merch crew.
starry night my nieces ask which blinking airplane a shooting star. drunk at the time i have forgotten what she wished what it reminded me of what i felt as the darkness carried it off. maybe it will return as a clue in a dream. then i can make the wish again for her.
panic attack! i focus on the sun’s glow through ice-covered blossoms trying to imagine when they were in full bloom . . . there was an outdoor concert at a park’s gazebo. someone brought along a bubble machine its orbs drifting with the pink petals and some white like frost. mouthing the lyrics of a favorite song . . . temptations, cream, the tokens maybe merle haggard “If we make it through Decem-” no no no no no no no no gotta be the beatles just not anything from the white album. lilac phlox were also in bloom and there was once a black swallowtail with a tattered wing, trying to keep still on one bud, trying to relax itself and enjoy the beats, with the bubbles and the blossoms, not caring if it was vulnerable as prey like it could live a whole human lifetime.
©2022 Anthony Lusardi
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