My Aesthetic?

       After Prudence Brooks

Prism rainbows graffitied across cobwebbed frames / 
a dusty piano four generations deep / flowers wilting 
in the corner / rain chiming like an apology / hazelnut 
coffee at the clatter of a breakfast spread / ivy drinking 
in the slow wink of evening light / books strewn across 
every surface like the bright wound of fall leaves smeared
on the driveway / pear scented candles musting a shrine 
of daily talismans / an overdue medical bill curling 
on the counter / sink full of blue pottery / paper banners, 
bent by the pull of life / barbies in the bathtub / a hawk 
ornamenting the shock of yellow trees fizzing 
over a suburban hammock / rhythmic zush of a fire 
under airplane starlight / Uno cards on the floor 
where my daughter rage quit / a love so bright 
color forgets itself / a sunset so holy the sky burns 
into prophecy

Jessica Aure Pratt
jessaure.poetry

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