December 29

by Alessandra Simmons

For Don Belton

Sometimes I am mistaken
& I believe the streetlamp

is sunrise. Orange glow breaking
palm fronds. The Midnight

Hydrangea might be called
the Jazz Plant. If I stand

with my feet pressed
low into the soil,

sweat & perfume will climb
& cloudbouquets sing:

Your voice branching
through velvet coral.

 

Alessandra Simmons has poems published (or forthcoming) in The Other Journal, WomenArts Quarterly, St. Peter’s B-list: Contemporary Poems Inspired by the Saints, and others. She lives and writes in Chicago and interviews working writers on her blog: alessandrasimmons.com.

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