'Resin, Frozen In Fall' Poem by Marty McKenna

resin, frozen in fall
in the sink, paint
asleep in our chaotic cupboard;

the linoleum beneath our toes,
a seat where we turn out the roll
of wood paper. multiple nibs make

multiple marks; i count these seconds.
you flow through to garden
so perfect. under blossom

your easter bonnet floats
over summer dress. i capture that.

the good went when the bad left.
and in the end it really does matter
how much more it has rained.

loud noise
still comes from her life,
parallel to mine.

first published in 'Kansamaria Magazine'
appears in the chapbook 'gently but a dream'