28 February 2023
22 February 2023
Winter Words
Mrs. Brewster spends her days collecting balls of snow
To throw—complete with hidden hearts of ice inside.
When Mrs. B. confronts her boarder, snowflakes fly;
Then Mrs. Brewster flings cold things with careful aim
To maim this hoity-toity teacher whom she boards.
Winter triumphs in this life as sin and snowballs grow.
Teacher spends her days dispensing light, then sweeps the snow
At night. She stoops, collecting water for outside—
To make her garden green. When roses bloom, she picks
A thick bouquet; this birthday gift of grace she gives
Her hostile hostess in return for winter words.
Mrs. Brewster spends her days collecting balls of snow
To throw—complete with hidden hearts of ice inside.
When Mrs. B. confronts her boarder, snowflakes fly;
Then Mrs. Brewster flings cold things with careful aim
To maim this hoity-toity teacher whom she boards.
Winter triumphs in this life as sin and snowballs grow.
Teacher spends her days dispensing light, then sweeps the snow
At night. She stoops, collecting water for outside—
To make her garden green. When roses bloom, she picks
A thick bouquet; this birthday gift of grace she gives
Her hostile hostess in return for winter words.
Summer triumphs in this life as love and flowers grow.
15 February 2023
See that girl in blue jeans
Who’s going nowhere, fast?
(Empty, endless circles
Remind me of my past.)
Love that girl in blue jeans;
She’s different, yet the same.
Now she glides in shadow,
So offer her your flame. …
Now that girl in blue jeans
Is lighting up the floor.
Rolling past the snack bar,
She’s headed for the door.
Denim dreams forsaken,
A relic of the past—
Now that girl’s on fire!
She’s going somewhere, fast.
11 February 2023
08 February 2023
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