now live

you died

and did not – yet

are still running as if

jittery distraction meant living –

be still

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an instant after having written, edited and published the above, I found in my inbox today’s offering from poem-a-day –

the juxtaposition on several levels is taking my breath away – so here it is:

No Images

Waring Cuney

She does not know Her beauty, She thinks her brown body Has no glory.If she could dance Naked, Under palm trees And see her image in the river She would know.But there are no palm trees On the street, And dish water gives back no images.

~ by Barbara S on February 19, 2022.