Weekly feature by: Darren Demaree

Once you turn your back on the house
& pattern the seeds from the driveway
inward you have to choose

exactly which dirt you will disturb
as you attempt to tiptoe from the black
to the black. I love that she sat there

for an hour with her iced tea, ass planted
in the epicenter of her favorite place.
That hour was perfect in her heart.

She dragged her toes a bit when she got up.
She knew there was no reason
not to leave an exit sign for herself there.

When she looked back at her work
from the rest of the world, she sighed,
she’d left her glass sweating there, in the sun.

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