April Wind Flirts with my cowlick as

April wind flirts with my cowlick as I chat up a pinecone in this
sleepy blue hour filled with dog
walks and grocery bags.
The wind wants to hear
the story of
my first kiss. I beg

Poem by Caleb Bouchard

Image by Adam Strong

Caleb Bouchard is the author of The Satirist (Suburban Drunk Press 2023). His poems have recently appeared in The Laurel Review, LitroRejection Letters, and Salamander. He lives outside Atlanta where he teaches college-level writing. Find him on Instagram @calebbouchard. 

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