by Kayla O’Meara
At 4 pm
we sat in the
hot tub
and watched
the sun
drop down
upon the
frozen lake
sun-kissing
she said
and turned to me
our lips touched
and
light filtered through
the ever-trees
vixen tracks
shone circles
in the snow
stones
re-earthed
and thawed & warmed
and all at once
We / This —
It came together
in a moment
some kind
of eternal.
© Kayla O’Meara
Kayla O’Meara is a queer poet and educator based in Boston, MA where she teaches French language and literature. Her work can be found in The Arts Fuse Magazine, Revolute, and The Opal Tribune among others.
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So simple and so profound. The sun really captures are most alive moments.
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