April 9, 2017
By , San Diego, CA

She took her paint brush
And doused everything in honey
So that the syrup dripped in dollops
From the peeling palm frawns
And white-washed gazebo
Glazing the yard in a golden slowness
Muffling the cicadas’ ticking and the woodpecker’s taps
Holding the present in an amber resin
For a moment

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