JULY 2017
THE NEXT MORNING
by Ann Minoff
in a mauve-colored cottage
surrounded by cabbage palms and ragged banana trees
vagrant thoughts of an older sister left in Fort Lee
drive through my bedroom door
her first-floor apartment on Linwood
small thick windows and dark curtains
is she making breakfast
sitting at the computer
burning my photos

outside, memories fade against the warmth of a coastal sun
flighty sandpipers chase the receding waves
then a cool north wind forces my sweater on
the brown dune grass like the tall palm trees moves with the wind
even in ninety-mile blasts the temperate grass
and subtropical palms simply bend flat
while harsh hurricane winds force them to the ground
the next morning they stretch themselves back
is that from love