2 Poems

March Dogwood

trees shudder petals

white blossoms fly, float, scatter

kindness spills from you

 

MESSENGER

by my mother’s yellow pillow

i tangle the spiral wire around my little fingers

i shout into the plastic phone receiver with

the little black holes for ears

an angel into her trumpet

DON’T BE AFRAID

GOD IS RIGHT INSIDE YOU

YOU ARE NEVER ALONE

my chest shadows the room with sunbeams

my feet feel solid on the wood floor

my heart has swallowed the dark and

all is magnified

praise the lord says the telephone

i am a prophesy

 

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