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With a wink and grin, Jimmy McBean
could size you right and slip you on that
supple pair of penny loafers

Only, the boy wasn’t Coop, and he knew it.

she perhaps was never meant to know
how gelid things become

I’m stalling around waiting for the moon
to awaken you – you there asleep on the couch –
hands prayer-folded on a sternum-splayed book,
savoring your delicious first-sleep

When I reached highest point of the cliff,
skin rubbed raw from the sun, I laid down in the grass

Past neighbor’s singing fountain
around jasmine cluttered street corner
a whiff of barbeque intrudes

On the last night,
drink all the wine in your house.

Come on now, Missy the clues
were always there

I climb in the car, and the rosary
she kept around the gear shift
is gone.