Lee Colin Thomas

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.