Maureen Donatelli’s most recent poem here was Nectar. Read them both and you’ll get a sense for Maureen’s versatility.
What Have You on Sunday Afternoon
By Maureen Donatelli
clouds measure,
white feathers cross a sapphire sky,
water is the outcome,
pulled from warm sweet skin,
with sermons and yellow straw hats
abandoned to the shade of drowsy trees,
dreaming
faraway, children pour happiness into the heat,
bare feet flash sparks in the deep dry grass,
airy voices shred the hours into oblivion.
Evolving.