A Wink of a Hat

Things change at the wink of a hat,
I mean to say,
Here today – here tomorrow,
And never close enough to hold,
On to.
The wind, a whiff of spring,
Of white flowers delicately cloy,
Some kind of leaf spicy and pungent,
A mantle of the future whenever I’m near.
And the moon is rising,
A disc of light to bath under,
A pearl so luminescent,
That it sticks in my eyes,
My heart shattering with beauty.
I wanted to say to you,
Harshness is not worth forbearance,
Our hearts full of tears and mystery,
Take that blanket of jasmine and moonlight,
Laid over us gently so sweet,
Slumber together with me tonight.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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