our last honeysuckled summer
your sunflower flashlight guiding
a new dark path
cheekbones and ankles
flashing like struck matches
in fragrant anticipation
sibilant splash in a stranger’s pool
surfacing dead to me
fleeing through the door into fall
sparking one candle
after a long dry season
to see if sorrow still floats
Clay Waters has been published in Onionhead,
River Oak Review, Poet Lore, and Literal Latte.
He writes from New Jersey by way of Mississippi.