Tony Nozero © 2010 All Rights Reserved
Tony Nozero © 2010 All Rights Reserved
Day Trip to Vashon with Heather
Noon feels like a nectarine.
You toss it to me underhanded,
just like the girl you once
were, then raise your camera
to shoot the field abloom
in my dress.
Proof! Our troubles
are similar.
We are like that motorhome
posted for sale on the thru road:
Gorgeous inside!
Affordable!
You want your pictures
to make monuments of us;
I want to look serene as a still life
of salt shakers. This
is a Saturday feeling.
Through your lens
sunlight is semaphore blurted
by cedars, messages
I uncrypt easily. They say
the joyful half of hunger
makes eating
our dividend of daytime.
Appetite can hide
in a napkin, a grass spear,
a coffee stain. They say I
am an oven. My heart bakes bread
for a lifetime of lovehandles.
That you will never not love
eating pop rocks off your palm
or losing Seattle in the small
of the sea. Our lives
are livable. Forgivable!
Affordable
as this breath of island air.
Kate Lebo lives in Seattle where she works for the Richard Hugo House, a literary arts center. Her poems have appeared in Crab Creek Review, Smartish Pace, and Filter magazines, and she was awarded a 2010 Soapstone residency. To read more about Kate, visit her blog: goodeggseattle.blogspot.com.