Jennifer Jenkins

winter crushes
the promise of April,
a string of robins
shiver at my window;
...

you'd rather be alone,
sitting hard,
replaying how she
seduced you
...

stumbling through
nights
of hope
waiting on the stars
...

I found her on the deck
half-baked,
choking on the noon-day sun
frantic with a batch of rats-
...

I am tired without you
staring into January;
tree lights, red and gold
tint my window.
...

when tides bow
under saffron skies,
we become one with the twilight-
memories thaw
...

St. Mary chimes, last breath of day
she kneels aside his box of clay,
snapping nails in soured trench
to join beloved, lost.
...

flutter beyond Stream,
O Nymph of lichen green;
your Soldier awaits
by the river lye;
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wires don't connect,
earth's sounds, too profound-
anxiety mistaken,
spoiled rotten
...

hanging from bone-tree,
bright, robust and waiting
for you to taste
the candied sunshine-
...