Photo by Edward Cohen from the Designed to Perfection spring lookbook.

Art by Edward Cohen, photo by Wooster Collective.

Hurried embrace of sisters
passes quickly,

Lingering odor of home – a
stowaway on the plane –
brings her anxious calm.

Photo by Edward Cohen.

Photo by Edward Cohen.

Is this simply
a meeting of names,
resumed where last encountered,
Moonstruck get em Empire
open twenty four Me to You?

Or instead have we
persisted as an umbilical two?

Do names,
like dusty cans,
expire?
you wondered aloud,

If so I hope they last a thousand years,
said I to Thou.

Photo by Edward Cohen.

Passport gripped headboard tight
You turned
and all the colors of
a stillborn world
flourished.

Quiet jagged blocks
line the sidewalk and
weld a path
past the church’s gated graves,
Overgrown and weeded thick
trampled with trespassed steps,

A lone calico’s
spirited chase, then
still as winter reeds watching
this stranger
and his gnarled soul.

Photos by Edward Cohen (except for the one he’s in).