new book of poems by
Lee Colin Thomas
About me
stars fastened but fading
by providence of physics, and the trajectories of luck
sun collapsed across stalks grown
elbow-high and better
In between these layers must exist
finer folds and pockets
we are well-behaved, we are good
shadowy shapes of trees on sable grasses
the keycard slips into the lock, a neat kiss
it was never like that between us
The chemistry of chlorine
and ceramic shower tile.
The deck out back kneels low in the grass.
We are in our thirties
and pausing to eat
Synchronous whistles
at the three o’clock break.
The barista tells me, Have a nice day.