Dance with me in that fountain with all the stone egrets,
but curse when your toes touch the chill of the ripples.
Recall the twilight bliss of Ghost in the Graveyard.
Scratch my chin in the glare of the warehouse window.
Press my hand under the Perseids,
Share an avocado milkshake with me,
and let’s endeavor to remember
that legend about sloths
Adrian Slonaker works as a copywriter and copy editor in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, with interests that include vegetarian cooking, wrestling, and 1960s pop music. Adrian’s poetry has appeared in Better Than Starbucks, CC&D, Amaryllis, Dodging the Rain and Three Line Poetry.
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