we lean back
toward
green mountains
our hips
stretched open
to the sky
trees
smolder
with months
of sunlight
the lake cools and
its lifting mists
become low clouds
like wreathed
smoke.
this is how the summer ends:
my palms against
the pier
your thin legs
dangling
Jenny Morse is currently a PhD candidate at the University of Illinois-Chicago. In her free time she tries to travel as much as possible and will soon have visited all 50 U.S. states (at present, she’s reached 47). Her work has been published in Red China, Square One, and Notre Dame Review.
