Nels Hanson grew up on a small farm in the San Joaquin Valley of California and has worked as a farmer, teacher and contract writer/editor. His fiction received the San Francisco Foundation’s James D. Phelan Award and Pushcart nominations in 2010, 2012, 2014 and 2016. His poems received a 2014 Pushcart nomination, Sharkpack Review’s 2014 Prospero Prize, and 2015 and 2016 Best of the Net nominations.
The Kiss
By Nels Hanson
Some fine day ask me
to walk with you holding
hands along a path through
Spring flowers. A gentle rain
is fine but not the icy downpour
that soaked us to the bone
years ago. It’s been seven years
since the day I wanted to kiss
your lips and you turned your
cheek. Last week you kissed
my mouth, the waking prince
still half in green.
Absolutely wonderful poem! Best I have read on Vox!
Thanks for sharing this princely poem by Nels Hanson! HGL
Lovely.