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Jay Thompson

A Valentine for Z

I thought of you lifting aloft a little mirror
half-tucked behind a bridge of river-ice.

You were full of men's chuckling voices
and the chimes of flatware there

your body a cold beam
a bronze what's bolted tough-starry untrammeled.

Rain tried you
not at all.

—It was a great scene
a real gap-and-span.—

I turned to you

to tell you I thought of you
lifting aloft

a little mirror half-concealed—
(come visit my world see what gets done)

but my sweet-silver sir
you were nowhere.

I'd come to your lamplit in-my-honor river-fete

as myself,—
                   So I stood

amid my paint-and-powder doubles—
So I called Z!

and struck a swivel-pose
upon your barque of ice—

So I hummed gently
to strung lights hung with cambric dangling

around your set courtyard tables
around your white-mouthed night-garden trees.

Jay Thompson lives in Seattle. His poems and essays have appeared in EOAGH, Pleiades, Mare Nostrum, Poetry Northwest, Country Dog Review and elsewhere. He tutors at King County Jail, publishes Dungeons & Dragons fiction in Pathfinder magazine, and is a member of the Third Space arts collective.