Never Again Hand in Hand
from the fir a whisper
the click of the answering machine
the mutations of a glacier
his girl wore running shoes
tangled spears of grass hay fields
wind takes the veil from her head
feathers strewn across the carpet
these letters written years ago
we are better strangers than friends
initials carved on a fence post
a crow drops twigs on the roof
phone call from another continent
What We Can Forget
a hammer to the mirror
and our memories shatter
five-finger exercises sharpen
her broken nails to pencils
eyes shaded from seeing
the way kindling fails fire
the scream of seagulls
with no candle-lit dinner
cuts stitched and bound
after anger’s evening
kisses piled into bins
our caresses written in dust
We Made Winter
out of spring
churned cold words
in the room
lit fires
stoked them
with angry logs
heated
against the chill
of our hearts
felt ice on skin
and walked
into the blizzard
JOANNA M. WESTON. Married; has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, ‘Those Blue Shoes', published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, ‘A Summer Father’, published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBooks found at her blog: http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com/
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