They have a strange and beautiful relationship. Here, have some
tea. The hydrangeas in bloom in the dusk. Her son was afflicted
with cancer. The cabbage soup goes down well. The relationship
between the two lovers ascended like a Monarch butterfly.
They exchanged words limned with rye grass. They have a
covenant. Here, turn on this lamp. The phone call was far more
they expected. Laced with parables of French horns and
oboes. The curtain came down on the boy with cancer, then
lifted up for a soccer ball's ascent in the mist.
I could dignify this response with the way we are polite to each
other when times are hard. newspapers fly off like starlings.
the seer in me wants a back pocket. the prophet in me wants a
sunrise over a moth orchid. I'll take my spare change and ride
with you. sometime.
I'll be doing that cascada dance. you'll be listening at the kitchen
table, and I'll be taking you in. arms spread open.
the exquisite voice of the lilac is almost more than I can stand,
but I take her in anyway. I'll be reading my poems in the streets,
Judy Katz-Levine is the author of When The Arms Of Our Dreams Embrace (Saru 1991), Ocarina (Saru 2006), and When Performers Swim, The Dice Are Cast (Ahadada 2009).