By Kit Kennedy–
Most Nights You’re on My Case
My body is the texture
of your desire from feather
to rock. I know you intimately
mostly through your head. You,
holy fool, trust me with your dreams.
I’m practical. I’m decorative.
Keep in my place; take me
traveling. Throw me around.
Toss me on the couch. Ah! yes,
my clothes slip off easily.
Dear Wildflower,
Let’s agree, there is nothing
singular about wildflowers.
These visual gems are never
far from their tribe, bringing
a swatch of lush color, texture,
even fragrance. Bend down,
smell that Douglas iris. With
names suitable to nickname
a cat: iris, lupine, butter cup.
And, of course, poppy.
Now, imagine yourself
a wildflower. You are rooted
and you are wild yet never alone.
You travel freely. You create
community. You, hard-wired
to survive. Close your eyes,
dear wildflower, you the most
cherished kiss remembered.
Today, the sun is shining.
Catch a breeze. Be hopeful.
See you next year.
Kit Kennedy is the Poet-in-Residence of the “San Francisco Bay Times” and at herchurch Ebenezer Lutheran ( http://www.herchurch.org/ ). She has published 5 poetry collections, and for several years hosted the poetry series at Gallery Café. For more information, please visit her blog: http://poetrybites.blogspot.com
Published on April 21, 2022
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