Each day, I watch the sun from my living room.
Light accumulates on Venetian blinds.

It’s easy to list what you cannot have:
a view of sky, a ceramic bowl, a something.

Summer is never cold enough. A/C on. 
On the table, ice doesn’t melt in my glass.

It’s interesting to think about

the words, what they mean.

When you say magnolia, I think desert.
When you say desert, I think water. 

Uncanny, want. Absence may make the heart

grow fonder. It can also make the heart
forget.