#LexPoMo
view poets sign up log in

Lexington Poetry Month

After A Month

01Jul2019
POEM

We carried our poetry in our arms, outside
in the summer sun, where they watched heat
and alternate rain. The month drove on
and our poems thrived in the daylight
and glistened under the waxing and waning,
the equinox. If it could always be like this,
our hidden market, where instead of the everyday
tasks of selling and buying, we could continue
our trade, swapping stories and snapshots
like family members, our anonymous reunion.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.