Poems from Marquette
I hear my name, turn around.
Oh no, not he.
Which one?
The one who coos my name
with flashing emerald eyes
and curled tawny hair.
Nothing...
Once upon a time
in the lavender fields
shone a sun in the deep blue sky.
But even deeper was the blue
that shone in that sun's
ocean-...
Dear Midlife Me,
It will have been long
a long, long time
since you have written this.
But if you exist
if you are there
please take but...