Conifers

conifers pour
down the mountains
and valleys

like honey which drips
to the table from toast.

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Sunrise

waking at 6
in the heat
of this butter-stuffed
apartment –
it’s funny; it’s not
so oppressive
at night.

I fold myself
sideways, with my head
on your elbow. like a flower,
closing at sunset, I curl
from the light
of the sun.

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DS Maolalai has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and five times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019)