After We Kissed for the First Time [poem] by Carolee Bennett Sherwood

the sky let loose the rain it had cradled in its arms
all morning. A yellow dog pranced ahead of a man balancing

his coffee cup and folded newspaper umbrella. Spontaneous,
you’ll say later when I ask as though out of the blue, lips were

close enough for other lips to touch. Soft pink blossoms
crowd the tiny tips of tree branches. Shoulder to shoulder,

ducks peck at the last bits of stale bread. Impractical white
feathers. Pale petals on wet streets. Even the wind can’t lift them

clinging as they do.

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Image of 1930s Switchboard Operator
-refers from the phrase “Take up indefinite words, cover” from 2, From Catalogue of Utilities by Laressa Dickey

Carolee is a painter, mixed media artist and poet living in downtown Albany. She has roots in Northern Maine, where she was born and raised, and in West Virginia, the college “home among the hills” where she received an undergraduate degree in journalism. Her poetry is published locally and nationally and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. In 2010, she was the “almost” Poet Laureate of Smitty’s Tavern in Voorheesville, New York, placing as first runner-up in the inaugural contest.

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