Butterfly, Rest

We captured blown kisses

left like a note

on the kitchen table

saying,

I’ll be back soon--

just went to the grocery

to pick up a few things.

If we only knew

then,

that last sprinkling,

last dot under the heart

she drew

on the page

was her final

wingspread

now folded.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

for edr and kjt

Sevenling (In that Dream)

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In that dream, I had all day and more

in the lavender field, sunlight speckling

my arms, my legs, the straw hat sheltering my face.

It was one I'd never worn before,

but you were there, sunny, honeyed

and yellowing all my purple darkness,

as it always should have been.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner



This was written for De's dVerse Meeting the Bar: the Sevenling. I was unable to post it in time so I'll be linking it to dVerse OLN.

Calling the Game

Like Pudge.

Like Bench.

Like Yogi.

Opening Day

on the glistening green

shimmering

diamond,

with dirt under his nails

he scoops

the ball

from his mitt,

tosses back to the ace,

crouches,

gives signal,

waits

for the curve

of his smile,

and spits

o - u - t.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

Opening Day 2016. Go M's!
photo © 2016 Jennifer Wagner

A Quadrille poem for dVerse. Exactly 44 words (title excluded), including the word “shimmer” (or variant as I've used here).