Forecasting Hemlines
by M.R. Smith
Weather will come
in its own fashion. Dark
evening dress, sharp jewelry
meant to kill,
sometimes light and blousy.
Today it is straight-legged
and lined out clean, a casual
bearing trying to portray
confidence and control
of a situation that could
change at the drop
of a barometer.
M.R. Smith lives in Boise, ID and will have work appearing in the fall in The Red River Review.
City Pool
by M.R. Smith
I exit the city dripping,
sagging like hip-hop pants,
equally useless; my arms
clutched from my risk-on day.
On the train I think
I must be a sight
with my eyes wide and
leaving a trail like a slug.
My night will consist
of vigorous motion,
pacing, tossing, turning;
trying to dry off
before tomorrow when
I must make another
ill-advised steep dive
into the shallow end.
M.R. Smith lives in Boise, ID and will have work appearing in the fall in The Red River Review.
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