
sit with me under quaking palms
David Colodney
because there aren’t trees
like this anywhere else
stars in each direction
shake & shimmer
sit with me
in this grass we drank
pinot noir & watched
our sons grow
though this yard
feels smaller shrinks
like a t-shirt on a clothesline
breathes oleander in the breeze
what do you think
when our kisses hiss
like white noise
& each blade
sharpens like glass
words in each frond
flap like a playing card
rattling in the spokes
of one of our kids’
rusting bicycles

David Colodney realized at an early age that he had no athletic ability whatsoever, so he turned his attention to writing about sports instead of attempting to play them, covering everything from high school flag football to major league baseball for The Miami Herald and The Tampa Tribune. David is the author of the 2020 chapbook, Mimeograph, and holds an MFA from Converse University. A two-time Pushcart nominee, David’s poetry has or will appear in multiple journals. He serves as an associate editor of South Florida Poetry Journal and lives in Boynton Beach, Florida with his wife, three sons, and golden retriever.