asphalt hums below
as headlights form and fade –
roads like the night sky
asphalt hums below
as headlights form and fade –
roads like the night sky
players take the field,
a pitcher scuffs up the mound –
the first pitch curves home
an old willow leans,
wearied limbs and thinning leaves –
I will weep for you
black coffee mornings,
old bones cold from sleep and dreams –
bitter truths, slow dawn
there is a deep ache
that pulses beneath her chest –
twilight firelies
— Jonathan Garren
migraines and melatonin
benadryl and beer
the cat and the cradle
of your arms at night
twilight cures for mental betrayal
made the feast and the famine
of our time feel real, feel right
— Jonathan Garren
the weather app says
real feel is ninety degrees –
when do you feel real?
by: Jonathan Garren
a faulty sensor,
car stalls on the interstate –
pines sway in the breeze
– Jonathan Garren
thin vines curl around
a weathered garden lattice –
bitter muscadine
– Jonathan Garren
everything about
you is a discovery –
skin mapped by moonlight
– Jonathan Garren