Sunday, May 5, 2024

Sigh Lens

 

Chattahoochee River

Photo © 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

Wild horses and burros

roam back home

grazing on fireland.

 

But, iced tea in her hand,

Grandma would say,

Come, sit a spell.

 

And that’s just what I

intend to do,

 

sweet tea,

 

with you.

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

 

For Mary’s prompt at What’s Going On?  Silence.

 

I used “sit,” but my grandma said, “set,” in her sweet Missourian way (which she also pronounced, “Mi-zur-uh”).

Friday, May 3, 2024

Havana!


It had us like fever,

humid and dark

in the back of that bar.

 

You, in that linen.

Me, in that dress.

 

Laughing at our waiter

with his dancing mustache

when he teased us

 

leaving half-drunk bottles

on the table

for something more intoxicating.

 

We were our own revolution.

A blaze of flower in my hair,

your melt-me smile,

and

our favorite salsa record,

 

volume just right.

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

 

For Shay’s WGWL