Monday Poem by Sophie Sagan-Gutherz

August 30th

Some waves wink at you as if
you are the reason
the mermen return.

Some leaves never change their minds as if
women never wept over roads in Chilmark
so similar
to the veins in your forearms.

I touch you as I touch
the shells on Stonewall Beach and
childish chestnut hearts that
promise its worth it and
follow through.

I love you as I love
breathing in the Autumn and
the lady’s slipper orchids that
I discovered when I was

I paint your trapezius with my tongue
I watch you play Billie Holiday
in my insides,
spreading fingers joining toes,
whistling love notes
to Lucy.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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