APPTUS INTERRUPTUS
by Knar Gavin
Up early
flirting, knucks
jambed
into
the reel.
Some hungering
line unfolding
along a
plastic
wire
haggard as a hedge
ha-ha’ing
at the edge
of the
lawn.
But the way we are rapt
now is nothing
like you
in the sun.
I was free with the nectarine
blossoms, a
tree in the world
that was
our life.
At least
it’s summer
forever
now.
Tiny fuzz-less
heads, rolling
into mash.