Ceanothus Maritimus – A Poem by Taylor Burke

Taylor Burke

 

The year he graduated from Yale

I was born under a full moon.

 

I wonder what he would say

if he were a poet:

brag about his marble floors,

the wooden framework of his 

winding stairs, the California lilacs

his wife brings home from her hikes.

There’s a scar on his shoulder,

but I can’t remember which.

 

Under a waning crescent

I ripped my socks running

the four blocks from his home to mine.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s