December 4th


Photo by Andrew Neel on


On a coffee wind my mother sighed

wreathed in the smoke of small fires

Tart orange was her voice


Peppermint and Chanel Number Five

A kiss of red lipstick rubbed off

Light comes in through bamboo shades


Danish modern table, ladderback chairs

the Sunday crossword falls to ash

Coffee wind swirls around her head


Beneath a blooming lemon tree

eucalyptus leaves shaped like dolphins

spin along the ground


The cremated genie hides in her bottle

Her eyes were never more hazel

than reflected in coffee at dawn

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