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
2 replies on “The Gods of Greater Cleveland”
Fuck!
What Trent said.