This morning

There is an unreasonable chill

Cut blooming fire roses

left on the ground

last night’s offering

On the longest day

 

The bar flies have flown away

to slumber off the revelry and

In a few hours

May a sigh will escape from their lips

In sweet recollection

 

For now

The sidewalks are for

Pairs of old men

Walking slowly

In neon orange and green safety vests

And a father sleepily sipping sweet caffeine

With one hand on a stroller

And me

Tracing my lover’s face

Softened by dreaming