Glass Poetry Press

Volume One Issue Three

Kim Triedman

Pink toenails change everything

Even sitting on the stoop, barefoot, sun slant-wise and low, black squirrels stuffing red fruits beneath the Kousa dogwood. Even here, even eyes can grow lazy, forget to bow or curtsy to the passing of a day. Bumblebees woozy, tipping back into scarlet trumpets, and tiny gnats like motes of dust anointed by the light. Listen: this is not the same old story. Even the sun, setting; the light. Even the cat looking back ' once, twice ' to check the starlings by the fencepost.