Sun gifts us its
conviction
in a steady lemon gaze
Time ambles by
selling its phony wares
one by one
my eyes light upon you
wearing wool
drifter of tidepools and
minstrel of velvetine forests
I stroll by
swinging my braided knapsack
full of candy souvenirs
oxidized pennies
and dusted-off whims
You smile and hand me
a sedimentary rock
shaped like a
rose
Regine is a teacher in Tucson, Arizona, in a school she founded. She has recently been published by Sledgehammer Lit, Chasing Shadows, Consilience and Black Bough Poems. She loves teaching poetry, science and history to eager elementary students. The mysterious Sonoran Desert is often her muse.
