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Alfred Fournier
Springtime in Georgetown
brings the Chinese Sacred Lily,
Narcissus tazetta. It bows, admiring itself
in sidewalk-pooling waters
I step across to knock at your door.
Our lunchtime tryst of noodles
and Looney Tunes, your freckled skin,
scent of your forbidden breath.
I keep my hands limp at my sides.
Later, I meet my wife at the metro,
talk of midterms, Dostoyevsky.
As the train plunges into a dark tunnel
I keep my hands limp at my sides.
Alfred Fournier is an entomologist, writer and community volunteer in Phoenix, Arizona. His poems have appeared in January Review, Third Wednesday, Gyroscope Review, The Indianapolis Review, and elsewhere. His poetry chapbook, “A Summons on the Wind,” (2023) is available from Kelsay Books. alfredfournier.com.
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