by David Hanlon
My mind is this small park in summer
it’s this cold wind betrayal
it’s the tennis green, smooth
-appearing, algae-ridden pond
My thoughts are these bustling ducks
on the nearby grass, quivering
wing-flapping in a frenzy
His love is a ladle
here: amongst the cattails & rushes
scooping out this pea soup scum
so they can swim
David Hanlon is a poet living in Cardiff, Wales. He is a Best of the Net nominee. You can find his work online in over 100 magazines, including Rust & Moth, The Lumiere Review and trampset. His first full-length collection Dawn’s Incision is forthcoming in summer, 2024.
