keep their eyes open
twice,
listen to shadows,
the way a wine bottle
clinks against granite,
enjoy the blue
and red rhythm
of the police car
and its green siren,
let sweat
be perfume,
and this morning’s incense
a warning to hurry but slow down,
and know this would make a nice home.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 15, Issue 4.
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