Loretta,
Kites lingered like a sedge of cranes
I kissed the tip of your nose
twice. Twice the sunrays
capsized me. The clumps in cottage cheese
remind me of mountain huts
trapped in an avalanche. I’m through
with this dunce carapace
Once I dreamt red Corvettes
playing chicken, now I dream
the neon cat’s-cradle
of your fingernails, hope-diamond blue
of your blue-blue eyes
Glinting oxen-free, Loretta I dream
rainstorms & cicadas
Tangled in the tenfold tidal wave
of your red-red hair

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A Pushcart Prize nominee, Brian Le Lay likes to fiddle with language and sometimes find the funny. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in places like VAYAVYA, Peach Mag, Sledgehammer Lit, and Dream Pop.