orbit

By Yon Yonni

head is heavy on her shoulders,

thoughts, neurons stretched

too long for anyone’s comfort

reciting poetry into the fire

foot is loose on the surface

of the moon, toy cars parked

in front denny’s off the 

highway before the city

nails etch craters that 

last lifecycles, still hold

moans recycled since 

lives lived before me

fingers pinch eye lid

open to see light from 

the sun, shining past

through future-proof

calls drop. ringing

stops. body numbs.

ringer lingers to

satellite radios

eons pore through

sauna escapades 

eternities wash 

with sea salt mix

lawnmowers cut 

kentucky blue grass

H O A charge by

the day so cut 

or pay the fee

one must when

one loves to 

dusk and day

dreams ‘till 

pages scream 

of lover’s past

call. lover. and

no response 

all good

poems

don’t end

Domicile in Nature 2025.