People Who Have Sex in Graveyards
by John McKernan

keep their eyes open

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.

John McKernanJohn McKernan is now a retired comma herder / Phonics Coach after teaching 41 years at Marshall University. He lives – mostly – in West Virginia where he edits ABZ Press.  His most recent book is a selected poems Resurrection of the Dust

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