As Evening Snakes Them
I misread a man about my heart,
his words a cool breeze after
a hot summer week.
Swooning through the hallway
I’m growing more confident that
love is the ever-growing purpose.
(I’m a late-bloomer, but now that
I’m in my 40s, enlightenment
comes with jaw-popping speed.)
A dull ache in my chest, I lose
myself in a deep trance staring
at a pepper seed in the carpet.
My friend has two snakes. I
met the new one yesterday.
