Risky
You’re my bright bundle,
wrapped up in a rainbow
scarf for winter. I’m in love
with no one but you.
Why does this bother me?
We ride on parallel
wavelengths of light,
until I collide with
my own shadow.
I’ve been overparked
all day long; my mind
is otherwhere. Still
I slit the yellow
belly of a pumpkin,
scoop out the fruit.
Oh, my tricky little bit,
this is risky business.
I wouldn’t do it
for anyone but you.
(kz 1986)
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