Jefferson Landing

Though the greens and condos glistened

the mountains were asleep

laying quietly

as last week’s snowmelt found its home

in the root’s cellars

–

If it weren’t for the tenants

who’d eat at the club?

Heat lamps fumigating one’s pocket book

Tik-tok-ing unhindered by knee braces and sunburn

Unsweetened tea

in chocolate bunny anticipation

–

A blessing in the matriarch’s absence

unaccompanied

with hesitation

An amen

more satisfying than New York strip

–

White vanity towered limpidly

draped with golden hopes

a trapping gaze

begging to give itself away

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Ether stirred

the pacesetter judging

a blaze freshly painted

with raw sewage