"Tuesday" [by Jennifer S. Flescher]

Tuesday

A rain-strength scours
lilac’s nectar-laden

trumpets to dirt.
Deluge, burying

the bee’s
clamor for sweet

mouths wanting,
wet, still near

enough to thriving
for belief.

Windows shudder
in their grooves,

unbound. Bananas
on the counter,

black past bread.
So when you say,

How are you?
I say, Thank you.

-- Jennifer S. Flescher