Licton Springs Review

Decaf with a K By Molly Tenenbaum

One by one the clues
are taken.
Kernel, husk,
fat of bacon.

Once knew rocking
by the boat, and flight
by the sleeve
of a tattered coat.

Rose by blush,
soul by play,
keys by their heels
clacking away.

The cloud-patched night,
the burr in thought,
and light always hemming
to clear its throat.

The crackling wrapper
a fast eater dropped
rolled till it hit
a curb and stopped.

Bacon fat,
the germ, the husk.
Put them back
in the gathering dusk.