Donna Jagodzinski10:00 A.M.Blue skies lend themselves to poetry Quite well. But brown carpets on office floors Know only dirty shoes and cigarette butts and the cast iron wheels on the bottoms of office chairs. White clouds pinned on blues skies And grey ashes ground into brown carpets A medal on a dead hero And mud on the jeans of a poet. Blue skies and bloody heroes lend themselves to poetry quite easily. But brown carpets on office floors Are only friends to those Who take time to meet them. * * * GAMESBeware, the sniper Splitting the grass like a snake; Peering down from the heights, The tree branches hiding the gun barrel and the face of one who waits, finger on the trigger, with joyful anticipation of his first victim Till his mother calls him in for lunch. See the wind blow Across the lifeless, marble stones. Below their silent feet lie countless little boys who were not called in for lunch soon enough. They had to finish their game. |