Last night I crossed
the condo’s parking lot,
caught my towel
on an open metal gate

soaked in a Jacuzzi
during a lunar eclipse,
moonlight spreading in the sky
like apple butter.

I will always love
the shape of your sadness.

At our old house,
all that’s left of me
is a stack of junk mail.

About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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