Forget the old—
there’s no time
like the present,
and no place
like the honeycomb-home
of your lips. Lick
those ruby reds—
meet mine, glossed,
sugar-frost
-ed,
and salt me
with your wizardry
of bliss.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Poem-A-Day 27: title a poem “New (blank)”
Poetic Bloomings: write a “Forget (blank)” poem
With Jackson, standin' on the corner,
winds are low, had a glass of Arizona
tea. We are a fine sight to see.
Even an eagle stopped to take a look at me.
I mostly write, Jackson sings,
hocked some guitar strings.
But baby, if I could afford a flatbed ford,
I’d open up if you were climbing in,
maybe. Is it true, you’ve been gettin’
your kicks with other chicks?
Write back soon, and don’t forget (me)!
Take it easy,
Winona, Route 66
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Poem-A-Day 26: write a hermit crab poem (in this case, a poem that takes on the form of a postcard)
Photos © Jennifer Wagner. The iconic corner of Winslow, AZ on Route 66 with statue of Jackson Browne who wrote the song “Take it Easy” with Glenn Frey for the Eagles. My poem references many of the lyrics, as well as some from the classic “(Get Your Kicks on) Route 66” song.
ghost crabs scurrying on the beach at night
our umbrella being stolen while we were snorkeling on Tortuga Beach
the tide, too, (almost) stealing our lunch
replacing the Cokes in the hotel fridge so we wouldn’t get charged
the glass bottom boat seasick tour, one yellow fish
our sunburns
our wild ride up the coast
in the convertible bug
the best Italian food (whodathunkit)
the wild burro nodding sleepily
the photo of our feet at the pool
my ring
and the silver and onyx bracelet I still wear
The Hotel California, or at least the sign for it
pink champagne on ice (actually, margaritas)
dancing in the courtyard (actually, evading the police)
checking out and
never leaving—
coming up on the 27th lovesick tour with you (whodathunk that, too)
us, ghost crabs, scurrying on the beach,
still evading the police (when we have to!)
© 2025 jennifer wagner
a list poem for poem-a-day 25: write a memory poem