July 15, 2020

She Pretends

The Last Summer without Air Conditioning

…They sip OK Soda
from garnet goblets
as sun retreats into clouds
far from sunset or skyline.

She pretends that she can’t
see the city
that she is leaving,
but this is it,

the city that she is leaving… 

Lines from En Plein Air by Marianne Szlyk [forthcoming from PonyOneDog Press]
and photo by Artem Sapegin on Unsplash

In the Beginning

Poet You constellate the myths, O royal oracle of archetypes. Photo and poem by Jan Claire