Put Up

[munkinhead]

Before I seal this jar
and salt away our faded spring
dance a moment on my tongue,
trill and echo there.
Rise up like welling tears,
touch my cheek,
say I was the one.

[Hawkman]

As always, Munchkin - crisp, fragrant and sharp. I envy your concision.

live and be well - H

[Jack of Hearts]

Ehhh, munkinhead, this reader read this earlier and wasn't sure what to make of it- because after your fish city poem from like one or two years ago or something this reader takes none of your stuff readily at face value. But this one does seem to be about love, and more intriguingly, it seems to be about love in a non-contrived way. Well done, you stinker.








J