The Gods of Greater Cleveland

running my thumb

along the lips of deep friendship

sunrise hanging from the ledge of

the apartment balcony

I held morning court

barefoot

tapping my rocking chair toe

to the beat of day lilies bursting open

wearing ripped jeans and a kimono

smoking my breakfast

in aviator sunglasses

my hair mussed with last night’s lightning

when Lakewood perched Zeus and Hera

the Gods of Greater Cleveland

exclaimed adoringly

that I was beautiful like

I was on the run from the law in Texas

a poem is something that happens

between two people

let me tell you

that was happiness