Social cohesion at the diving board and winter studies of the Renaissance
(for R)
You came upon me like a
graceful neck. The deception of marked
winter studies. The fabric of
the African Renaissance. In the end, I had to
patch the tapestry’s planet.
A cold was all around the couch.
Winter for sure when he
left. I carried that winter
in my heart for the longest
time. Found myself again
when I had concern for others.
Had time to knit the shark-net, brown-stocking, Jean Rhys mirror of closure.
Went swimming at the beach.
Don’t waste what broke
you in your twenties. The kiss
that nearly destroyed you.
The man who held you in
his arms, only to let you go.