Poem of the Day

Like This

she said, and put her fingers to her mouth.
Evening settled in my blood and kissed
her eyelids shut. Flashing in unison
in the meadow under the sickle moon, fireflies
signaled the end of summer.

The leaves become watches--
their yellowed hands fall under your chair
as you creak the time down
creak the time down as the leaves
become watches, their fat stems
feeding the time down like this,
she said.