terday it rained all day but to
day is a day of romance; I want to look
moony-eyed across the counter at the bagel store
at somebody; when I walk down the path
and the leaves swirl up in a mini-tornado
I want somebody’s coat to grab.
Here it is the perfect afternoon
for sitting on the bed and reading
with my foot just barely touching
yours, your foot, imaginary you, in your
leaf-strewn coat and your bagel-studded eyes

Jessy Randall

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