Poached

There’s a hazy term

For transactions like this

And today’s kind of day

When all is laid

Surreptitiously bare

The hammock sweats

And red-handedly

Nets your back with

Dewdrop trails on

Thin ribbed skin

Which I kiss as you sleep

Or you don’t

We can never

Tell, for sure

.

By Jason Anderson

Summer officially begins Thursday in New England, with 93°F in Providence. Break out the hammock.

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2 thoughts on “Poached

    • Thank you! I liked the ambiguity in the ending…I can never leave well enough alone 😉 Yes, the theme change is pretty recent…I wanted something cleaner with a larger font and Truly Minimal fit the bill!

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