Honey a man stands in front of the shelveslined with nut spreads and honeysis short beard is honey-blondtattoos art his forearmshe doesn’t see me behind himI eye the honeys, waithe caresses a bottle, tilts his headhis contemplation is deep, thick honeyhe reaches for a top-shelf glass bottlegolden honey hued red from the tinted glasshe reads… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 20