Late Blooms Honorable Mention: Connie Vaughn

 

 

Motion me in. I could

float out forever without

a reminder. Emotion

is the quotient of loneliness

divided by distance,

with a remainder

too small to count

or broker. Proffer

a valid gesture: a rope around

my waist, looped into

the world's rotation. It's still

no solution, when two thirds

is ocean.