city to suburb
by s./j. goldner
suburb to city to country.
plucking an iris,
she exchanges it for a hyacinth;
a second guess
And all these colors refract gray
in her Indian summer shades:
The greens, blues & autumns
Queen Anne’s lace.
scheming to herself circumventing
she can’t climb out of this place—
I live at the corner of Gypsy street
and the apocalypse of the universe.