Remembering
When I’m alone
as I am today
I put all your memories
on my face
And look at myself
in the mirror.
Nice smile Mom.
Sharon Cordes Okrasa
Moth in My Coffee
Plummeted from the sky,
tiger moth going down,
down
down.
Blotched landing in my last cup
doing the backstroke,
wing dust creaming my morning infusion,
contemplations interrupted.
Who invited you? The rudeness,
the indignities of endings.
Cathy Yard
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