Hive Ave Fall2024 - Flipbook - Page 50
Poetry
Hive Avenue Literary Journal
Honeydew Cubes
Katy Tempel
A dog is a smile.
I don’t know
if you’ve thought
that but
when you leap
from the sea
to the stars
in one day
and then crumble
to the earth,
it’s like a dream come true.
When you’ve found yourself,
perpetually waving
at the details of your childhood,
sometimes the details are green but
desolate
like an unfurnished garish room,
that ascends into reticence
until you remember
those honeydew cubes
in the cream porcelain bowl
that were left sitting out in the sun
on the porch, melting, while you were caught
in a reverie.
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