CINQUAIN Poems by Monty Mittleman

BUFFALO RIVER
Three days
paddling cliffsides.
Handfasted by water.
Moonlights opal hue; our maiden
Chuppah.

OUR TIME
First light.
Red winged blackbirds,
blushed Golden Rod, trilling.
Soundlessly breaking the surface:
tail fins.

PORCH SWINGS
See us
fulfilling dreams
of children and growing
old on porch swings, fingertips
touching.

NEW ORLEANS
Sultry
nights, fried chicken,
jazz at the Spotted Cat.
Our Remoulade: flats and your funky
black dress.

NEXT WE MEET
Greetings
at heaven’s gate:
an Adagio. Blue
shades of the Milky Way in
your eyes.