Imaginary Boulevard
night falls like rain in the curve of late season strangers coo under eaves where old songs are sung forgotten their homes, abandoned all reason conversant now only in strange whispered tongue trysting on Imaginary Boulevard here fingertips trace syllabics onto skin triangle, trapezoid, obelisk and ring the scent of crushed bergamot, lavender tea she brings his cupped hand to the shell of her ear listens, listens … is that the cry of the sea? its turgid farewell and its crystal salt tear
Copyright 2022 by Josephine LoRe
Bio:
Josephine LoRe’s words have been read on stage and in global zoom-rooms, put to music, danced, integrated into visual art, and published in 11 countries and 4 languages. She is a first-generation Canadian of Sicilian descent grateful to live on the traditional lands of the Piikani, Siksika, Kainai, Tsuut’ina and Nakota peoples, their ancestors and their descendants. https://www.josephinelorepoet.com/
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“Crystal salt tear…” Your images are exquisite!
So poignant and lovely Josephine!
I like your rich variety of emotionally charged little details! Together with the careful form, they make this poem very song-like.