[Walking to Glover Park]

Courtney Han

Walking to Glover Park on a foggy morning
A slick of brick, gliding on
green bearded cobble streets.
Mist rising, soft as lilac, thick as musk
Wafts a.m. haze with delirium
Dressed in coats of weariness.
I trot uphill to the citadel,
still wearing the memory of your face
still tasting the sticky sugar
of summer’s first peach
bloody at the core,
hanging on my morning breath.

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