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
–
Ether stirred
the pacesetter judging
a blaze freshly painted
with raw sewage
