And Sometimes Boris

The seat is hot on the train
I’m thinking about Palm leaves
and Rain
and salmon colored sunsets
shrinking behind blurred violets
shifting in the breeze–
And here I am sneezing
my immune system depleting
taking care of my growing baby
more clearly than myself
I’m second class now
A citizen of the past
I don’t matter too much anymore
But I know in my heart
the dances do
The dances we will dance together
Just us two
and sometimes Boris.

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8 thoughts on “And Sometimes Boris

  1. Delightful and delicious! “Delicious” because your poetry always satisfies AND makes me hungry for more! The softness of this poem is offscale! More, please!!!! *g*

    Warmest Respect,

    Ron

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