by Jennifer Poteet

She twiddles with the camera on her new Smartphone,
showing how much the undergrowth has overgrown.
Primrose, jasmine, and even rhododendron
bloom at night. Amy shares with everyone
a battered old basin that sinks to its lip in mud,
her garden, pummeled by an unexpected flood.
The steepled roof of the house angles down
like a brocaded, whale-ribbed wedding gown.
It’s not a husband whom Amy pines for
as she slips beneath the soffit in the downpour,
lights a fat Cohiba, seeking refuge from the showers.
Where is Ada, Madonna of the evening flowers?

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Jennifer Poteet lives in Montclair, NJ. Her work has been published in The Cortland Review, Journal of New Jersey Poets, Paterson Literary Review, Clementine Unbound, Whale Road Review, and others. Her chapbook Sleepwalking Home was published in 2017 by Dancing Girl Press. Jennifer's website is jenniferpoteet.com.