APRIL

by Daniel Jonathan Knight

April
White dress—berry scented
or, orange t-shirt, blue jean skirt
always scent of fruits and flower

envied by the orange groves,
surrounding
our Southern Cali Homes

sapphire studded
cracker-jack earrings
earrings from the
gumball machine

Long, light brown—curly hair
the daisy—called weed
is honored to be planted

in her rich, tawny soil
her auburn hanging groves

weeds—we
wildflowers—we
new—fresh
unrefined

eyes blue
with burst of yellow
envied by the sun

First
First touch of pomegranate lips
First—never forgotten

Her and I hide behind the couch—tawny brown
next to the desk—weathered, marred—tawny brown
marks of time past—so briefly
we have been—youth

Large picture windows, white frames
painting of Christ on the wall
his eyes follow

Nomatter where you stand—watching
Her and I hide behind the couch—tawny brown
hiding—from prying eyes of fathers
and mothers

For first touch of
pomegranate lips