Read Poem: wanting the want, by D. Clontz

so late
after the fact there is fiction to this biography:

stained

like an October cheerleader i praise the shadows of summer

frosted

holographic wedding gowns

slip

across landscapes cooing the bark bare trees

leaves

like handprints on charcoal the bark bare trees

leave.

cordial gentle-people all they are – too late for the 19th century

i bid each adieu

like those summer mornings glistening
atlases of dew
eye drops

do. & not forgotten

i bid each adieu

like snowflake fingerprints etching
sketching

a digital sky i so want the warmth

a tear on
a blade of grass