Treatise on the Solivagant

February curls

       its silvery wind 

            into the night (an elusive accompanist

              in conscious hours) refracting

      sunlight as if there were                  another place

        unlayered with tawny sorrow          where You rest love in my lap -

                      yet Longing, no longer            bright like the Sunflower Door in Prague

        cast pewter silhouettes displacing            us 

                                             into winter’s       undercarriage as if there were another place

          other than Poetry

where Love could have thrived

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Elizabeth S. Gunn

Elizabeth S. Gunn serves as the Dean of the School of Arts, Sciences, and Business at Nevada State University. She writes poetry and fiction in Henderson, Nevada, where she and her wife live with their three rescue pups in the endless Mojave Desert. Her website is http://www.elizabethsgunn.com/ and she's on X at @_DeanGunn.