Showing posts with label Scars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scars. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 10, 2023


Every autumn—

apples in a bowl on the table.

Every winter—oranges.


Fresh, like this morning’s sun

spilling over

hot air balloons

hanging like pendulums


the way hummingbirds hover

over the lantanas

tormenting the cat

watching from the back door.


Every spring—

white blossoms in the bowl of your hand.

Every summer—rosa pie.


And yesterdays,

scattered like pistachio shells

littering the ground

like stones thrown

at no one


into the dark garden

of memory—

where all our scars

are hidden,


like cicadas,

finally settled

under the twinkling of stars,




only for a while.



© 2023 Jennifer Wagner



Note: rosa pie is a reference to the artisan Rosa Pizza (red onion, Parmigiano Reggiano, rosemary, pistachios) at Pizzeria Bianco.