Trailer Space 5B
Poem by Bernard Henrie   •   Photo by Donnali Peters

At the half-lit trailer park
the tin tub out back rattles
with fresh water, cool
as moonlight folded
on the metal roofs;

the Sioux truck man
wades naked and unafraid
of scattered neighbors,
proud and dreamy,
eager to welcome his lady
home from the Lunch Diner
who arrives on time
dying to scent
her husband's lip with a taste
of roiled Pacific sea.

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