mittens

2.
so tender & conflicted (I could sense
oval shaped, gold-rimmed binoculars
as the writer watched on as two seasoned lovers
wrote love songs. She was a lawn gnome, left to witness)
her words were all a-frosty, it felt--when my fingertips
toppled over her phrases I wondered if mittens were near
but it was June. In June
the bugs are the only ones that cover my
dear thumbs.