Al Fresco Cafe Poem #226

Painting by Manuel Matulewicz


AL FRESCO CAFÉ POEM #226:

RENATA’S POEM: BIRTH OF THE AUTHOR #63


Who was
Lot’s wife, who wore a red dress,
Walked behind her spouse.

She liked to see the ice slip
As it dissolved
In an empty cocktail glass.

She would look through the frozen water
And the unfrozen water of the cocktail glass

To gaze at the hummingbird,
This green ghost, his red cowl,
a priest who married red flowers.

She would whisper “No one should speak
of ‘ought’ at all,
A tear would fall on the closed eyelids
of her wedding ring.

She had removed her husband’s pearls and rubies,
Wore a memory of an owl for a bracelet.

She is happy as a pillar of salt,
As she is kissed by the lips of bird songs
in the south wind.


Duane Locke

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