— reid mitchell
dropping berries, blackblue,
into the chlorine and water
the ginger hides bamboo
bamboo hides the pale wood fence
Like the fool moon,
jasmine blooms tonight
Ceiling fans slow above two soft faces
whose mouths settled silent seven minutes ago
Breeze smells like the sultry river
where fresh fights salt.
and the barks of locomotives shuttling
and switching ten blocks away:
The night of a late spring day.