Storm Warning
I wake
to gloom, am doomed
to feel the pain as rain
hangs like a cement house ready
to drop.
Tough Love
The doe
bathes its young one
with her tongue as a sponge
she nibbles and picks off the tics
like scabs.
Shopping Trip
I get
lost down an aisle
of grief. Shelves stocked high, deep -
with my cart too full to even
check out.

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Amaze Vol.
3, No. 1 Spring
& Summer 2004
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These poems are Copyright © 2004 by Sandi Blakemore-Baig. |