Poem

First Evening Walk Along the Avenida Alcalde Álvaro Domecq

A poem for Sunday

By Michael Homolka
a puddle on the street, reflecting orange light
Christopher Anderson / Magnum

Bitter oranges
slip onto the
asphalt. Eucalyptus

sweeps the wind
and pollen. August
rolls over into

September. September,
October. Having
turned 44,

I can’t say exactly
what it is I desire,
but I desire it

so much—I can
think of nothing else.

About the Author

Michael Homolka is the author of Antiquity, winner of the 2015 Kathryn A. Morton Prize in Poetry from Sarabande Books. His poems have appeared in publications including The New Yorker, Ploughshares, The Threepenny Review, Boulevard, Antioch Review, Agni, and Poetry Daily.