Poetry by Jamie McKenzie

On the best days

On the best days
You can see forever
Like a rose in sharp focus
A bird on the wire
A flame burning blood orange

On the best days
You can taste dreams
Like classic dry martinis
With blue cheese stuffed olives

On the best days
You can feel her hand
In yours
Wake to her gentle
At your side

But the best days
Rarely last
Or endure

The best days
But often tease
A brightly lit
Spring morning
Giving way
To afternoon showers

© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved.

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