Provincetown Springtime

Once in Provincetown
Staying at the Ship’s Bell
We made love in a white room
Standing brashly in full view of
Windows wide open to the breezy day
While a saxophone blew its heart out to
The beat of us we thought only
Trees were hearing two young women
In love or at least in lust while
A tangle of blossoms swept along the sidewalk
Calling to us like a cymbal
Our breath played.

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Arya F. Jenkins’s poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction have been published in numerous journals and zines. Work is forthcoming in Brilliant Flash Fiction, Burrow Press Review, and Cider Press Review. Her poetry chapbook, SILENCE HAS A NAME, was recently published by Finishing Line Press.