Party

Pry words

like stubborn

mussels off my tongue

It’s been this way

from before I

can remember

You see me

seek anchor

wispy plastic bag

in the swell

Wander my way

you lonely island

Sugar on Lemon

You can still just 

about pinch at summer

if you’re nimble

and are able

to sprinkle imagination

sugar on lemon

sun on cold steps

You can still just

about scratch out affection

if you’re sanguine

and are able

to see beyond lost time

sugar on lemon

white wine on ice