by Peter Bushyeager
Saw a romantic comedy I liked
and I mentally replay it
fabulating in the mist of
today’s air that’s straddling
two seasons and an airborne pest.
The window was open.
I read that article about
the danger of orchestra flutes
that shoot 12-foot columns of
laden air along with their trills.
About necessary rules in
circumstances like this becoming
rigidly fixed one nippy March afternoon
then remaining in place through winter.
About the wild power of nature
those straggly persistent yellow flowers
stay the same 1980 or 2020 always
look like some sort of daisy
but refuse to flop to willingly recline so
gracious to willingly recline into
the side of a hill among the deciduous into
your ribcage wearing soft terrycloth nap
that flattens on impact but
rises again with a good wash to
recline into a breeze that lays like
warm water on your skin.
Peter Bushyeager’s poems have recently appeared in New American Writing, Local Knowledge, Café Review, Sensitive Skin, Live Mag!, Boog Reader 12, and the anthologies From Somewhere to Nowhere (Autonomedia2017), and SensitiveSkin: Selected Writings 2016-2018. His poetry collections include In the Green Oval and Citadel Luncheonette. He is editor of Wake Me When It’s Over: Selected Poems of Bill Kushner (Talisman House 2018). Varada J.M is a 9th-grader based in Kerala’s Koyilandi, studying at Rani Public School, Vadakara. After hurriedly doing homework, Varada divides her time between practicing classical dance and watching horror films. She loves dogs but nobody at home wants one.