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  • D.S. Molalai

Everyone's Generous

a park around 7. and sunset. early march. sun bouncing up from the grass at all angles and this soft falling hill like a candleflame light and a saucer of warm liquid wax.

some dogs playing chasing. some people sitting out. my god – there are times in the world you'd be generous to offer a share of. and everyone's generous, passing out bottles of beer out of shopping bags, handfuls of loose cigarettes. ten-year-olds bike riding, teenagers kissing,

a woman, some distance off reading and smoking a joint. and that's spring air too, and the smell of it wafting occasionally

over: like cracked open greenhouses, crowding with mushrooms on wood. wet scents and plants mulching. composts and burning hot weather.

About the Author

D.S. Maolalai has been described by one editor as "a cosmopolitan poet" and by another as "prolific, bordering on incontinent." His poetry has received eleven nominations for Best of the Net and seven for the Pushcart Prize, and has been released in three collections; "Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden" (Encircle Press, 2016), "Sad Havoc Among the Birds" (Turas Press, 2019) and “Noble Rot” (Turas Press, 2022)


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