KS Culbreth

Some Sweetness Lingers

Some sweetness lingers around and over
Septembered, as the thin-vapored cloud
of a years-swallowed lover’s
misplaced fragrance, or
the shadowed melody of a blue moon
played by Covent Garden’s
unknown and tabetic clarinetist

Around and over her sweetness lingers
whose steps are silence, meekness;
whose only stride is elegance and stronger
than any stomp or storm,
and whose eyes are living kindness
failing never to cast the poetic
each his sustaining glance.