One more tiny paper parasol,
perched, a paper bird
of paradise, papaya memories,
mellow and salty
as a thousand yesterdays
one more toast
to a ghost-peopled world, where
fathomless teal pools of regrets
shimmer beneath the shaded gaze
of those who refuse
one more, because
the tracks extend for miles
under a blanket of snow, spread
smooth as false friends pretending
to like what others despise
one more stand
of stern pines balking, bowed
branches tipped delicately,
choosing, not choosing, swaying
like a song, barely discernible,
over the playa
one more flock
wings beating south-by-south-east
where no one remembers how,
that year, the storms fell,
quick and bitter as green fruit
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Winslow Homer, Hurricane, Bahamas (1898),
watercolor and graphite on wove paper, via Wikimedia
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