Leo (masculine)

by Adrian Shirk

In all honesty,

I rather liked him


expanding, shedding light.

Responding full of


countenance and sympathy,

while reeling in ruling


passion: his 45-foot trimaran

swaying. Then, glaring


straight ahead of him,

sublimely and out


of touch, he extended

his deck like a pack


of cigarettes not his. Open

all night, or by


appointment; Welcome Aboard.

Listening to the heels


of the shoes, the sleeve

of the sister’s jacket.