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Poems

Siftings

30 January 2016

9:00 AM

30 January 2016

9:00 AM

And we awake like children
to tiny snow sprinkled

on shed and car roofs,
thinking, Will it last,


will it last. The roads
already damply black.

 

Nevermindfulnesss

Contemplating truth
and time, the face
in the hairdresser’s mirror
for twenty minutes
or more, seeing
while attempting not to.

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