Vivian Teter

We knew the odds,
thin and flimsy as a single
honeybee wing, that chance
at shrinkage.  And even then        
any bargain wouldn't keep:                                                        
there would be sudden flight                                        
into glass.  

But dazzling between
in spring air lit with petals
we laughed as we fit our lips
to the small heaven
in a shared cone of ice cream,                  
that afternoon all the films shone
a calm and cloudless sky.