Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Three Short Poems


Blackbird, blackbird, blackbird, blackbird.
Blackbirds on a telegraph wire.
Jostling, bobbing black head hellos,
sanguine communicados.


Hard to swallow lump,
heart beat tangible.
I wait for your call --
do you forgive me yet?


Panic packed in matching bags…
do I have all I need
to make a good impression,
to be who I really am?
Just three days at home
that isn’t home anymore.
I left a long time ago
and going back hurts.

Lesley-Anne Evans

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