her gypsy soul
trills in the desert sunrise
after groaning
a midnight whale song—
deep thrumming
heard even in the boughs
of high-up palms
waving their burnt-black sails
after pillage and storm—
her song a zing, whistling light,
when her pirate’s come safely home
© 2025 jennifer wagner
a q44 for dVerse: zing
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Photo © 2024 Jennifer Wagner |
Before the key did its magic,
it was like
we were only breathing,
nothing more.
Two-dimensional
sleeping
inside a dream.
Blank space
until the kiss
of home
opened the door.
I was also inspired by dVerse: Poetry in Liminal Spaces, but I’m too late for the link.
Photo: a wall someplace in Arizona.