And the leaves are green.
daylight sinks gradual like a truck
on dead tires. a time for collapse
and shadows, creeping the way
water grows ice out on cold
Christmas days. I am walking,
and a woman is hugging up
her cardigan and standing
outside of the beacon st
homeless house. asks me
politely do I have a cigarette?
I'm sorry, I don't, I tell her, walk
on. and the leaves are green
and moving lazily and dogs under
tables pant in the weight of heat.
DS Maolalai has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and five times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, "Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden" (Encircle Press, 2016) and "Sad Havoc Among the Birds" (Turas Press, 2019)