clarity

i sit here

bathing in warm clarity

ivy against new brick

hold tight

see rise

my belief in you

pose fixable

prose not

 

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

steel-cheeked bluebird

i sit here a while

trying to envision him

pondering how

i’d describe him

 

blurred steel-cheeked bluebird

sitting atop blurred picket fence

wondering if he’ll

ever find happiness

i weep for him, sometimes

 

by mary ann blinkhorn