Two Poems by Lisa Cheby

One of my first publications.  Thanks, Citron Review!

The Citron Review

Lisa Cheby

Puerto Sagua, Collins Drive, South Beach Miami

A magnet protrudes from the register’s side,
a metal clip an earring dangling the day’s receipts
extolling the steps walked, the cups of coffee poured.

An all-American dinner of black beans, yucca frit con mojo, and café con leche,
bills pass from sandy sunburned hands to calloused palms
to a register as old as memories of Cuba,

of streamline aluminum and rounded keys like the curves and portholes
of the Ocean Drive hotels, stationary steamships yearning o sail,
weighted down by the thick, black iron of the cash drawer.

Blink

Though the sheer eggshell curtain I see
hazy outlines of honeysuckle blossoms, white-pink
smudges, a watercolor left in the rain. A breeze displaces
the panel revealing the flowers’ beauty banging against the screen
asking to be saved from the brooding sky behind;
clouds promise pelting daggers of water—not gentle
refreshing rain—rain…

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