--previously published in Fetch--

The way my interest
in their imaginary
kiss

is secretly addressed
to you.


     *


Without intention

prongs of ivy
mount the posts
supporting the freeway.

It would be possible to say
each leaf

circumscribes hope

or that each leaf,
fastidiously coming
to one point,

suggests a fear
of the unknown.


     *



These glossy,
laced-up, high-heel boots

(each leaf)

addressed to you