hair like seaweed
plastered across her face.
Waves break over cool pale skin. Lost
(repair of the world)
report rings out.
Red flowers bloom then fade
against white snow--harvest of fresh
the single blanket carefully.
Wind scatters frozen leaves.
She cannot feel
slip through his dreams.
He sips strong coffee, steps
over rags and beggars' bowls, eyes
splinter of glass, fill deep pockets
with round stones. Remember
the weight of your
Return to the front page of this issue:
Amaze Vol. 2, No.
1 Spring & Summer, 2003.
Go to the
Poets & Authors page for the poet's
biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Lisa Janice