A morning after a week of rain
and the sun shot down through the branches
into the tall, bare windows.
Danielle Hansen – Saying Goodbye to a Friend
Not needing a fire but starting one
because we already had the wood.
The smoke becoming women,
then a deep fog with men disappearing
into the ground.
Mai Der Vang – Dear Exile,
Never step back Never a last
Scent of plumeria
When my parents left
You knew it was for good
Once off the ship from sector blah blah
she checks into a spa in Baden Baden,
wet air spiced with a pile of old Who’s Whos
and warm custardy wafts of ylang ylang.