people fill churches –
I sit with robins and squirrels,
petunias and weeds
people fill churches –
I sit with robins and squirrels,
petunias and weeds
a mockingbird perched
on a garden pergola –
nature’s cover band
my fingers still hold
the memory of your legs –
sunlight behind clouds
carpenter bees drill
into an old plank of wood –
tiny sawdust dunes
a small green lizard
sunbathes on the damp porch rail –
purple azalea blooms
rain taps the tin roof,
my cottage like a jazz band –
an early spring storm
dogwood limbs shake as
a squirrel leaps from branch to branch –
petals like spring snow
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