Poem: the miracle

Will the miracle begin on time?

Will there be an opening act?

Will there be an intermission

To step out for a snack?


Will no refunds be given

30 minutes into the show?

Will it be everything they promised

And when it’s over, can we go?

Poem: Elizabeth

When I write Elizabeth

I do it without shame

or regret

but with intensity

as if we just met

because it is Elizabeth

when I write Elizabeth

there are standards

that i set

and many things

i must not forget

because it is Elizabeth

when i write elizabeth

i use a secret alphabet

that all may read

but none may get

except, of course

Elizabeth

Poem

Listen

to the rain

it is the voice

of spring

sweeping

winter’s ashes

revitalizing everything

listen

to the rain

another day

is coming

its fingers

on the windowpane

nervously drumming

listen

to the rain

it is not always sad

do not listen

to me

i have nothing

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