Getting Even, Oddly Enough

by Cliff Saunders

Even white snow is full of bacteria,
full of passion and a sigh.

Be thankful for its sex appeal.
September sings, even to spouses

who need a bodyguard of lies.
Even a blue wave sings beautifully

but leaves out something important.
Let a thousand flowers love it nonetheless.

Everything must go, even if it stays.
All’s for the best, even way down

under the couch cushions where it belongs.
Even the sun gives back only heartache.

It’s just a tattoo in the sky.
Ruins of the past are littered with such

young men, even in spring when kids
go sticking fingers into cakes.

Even wind asks forgiveness from rip currents.
Wear it as a badge of honor.

Change is coming, even without the snow
catching up to it. Let that sink in!

 

Artist: Velena?

Cliff Saunders has an MFA in Creative Writing from The University of Arizona. His poems have appeared recently in The Wayne Literary Review, Pedestal Magazine, Mojave Heart Review, Pinyon, San Pedro River Review, The Green Light, and RipRap Literary Journal. He lives in Myrtle Beach, where he serves as co-coordinator of The Litchfield Tea & Poetry Series.