THE LITTLE THINGS

Windows open to the rain.

Fog settling over the lake like a spell.

Lightning musk of summer.

Light vertigo of mismatched socks.

Wet hands on the door knob.

Violet candy like sun on the tongue.

Magnet of new moon. (Feel it?)

Hot coffee in the shade of the pine.

It’s just cold enough for shivers.

—Margot Douaihy