Graceland

 

Let’s sit in black velvet, Elvis,

under a jawbreaker moon.

Expect a firmament

dripping sugar crystal
 

clear and blue floss

just at sundown, streaking

stadium-sized meteors

that tat wholes

—out of holes

shaping ephemeral

auroras into

(Western Nights)

Saltwater taffy our jammed Tootsies

Popped into shore-breaking

—with laughter

an unguarded medicine,

rolling & cresting

whatever ails you

if anything does

ease it for you.

Let’s do that…

you & me

sometime.

©Karen Robiscoe