In the Yellow

In that trick of the light
when the sun-glazed maples

She's Water

Gray sky caps the world like a lid,
to the south, yellow margins,

Behind your metallic door
lies the mystery of scalding

is what Jeanie told me to use for a prompt. It could have been
don’t eat the glass I embedded in the poem. Or poems made out

I spent my whole life
trying to be like stone

How she loved gathering
tadpoles from the rivulet

Serrated slice of midnight,

blind eyes,

Me, 34 y/o SWF, bisexual, lonely, wearing a red windbreaker on a boat.