{random poetry #11}

 "The words loved me and 
I loved them in return."
[Sonia Sanchez]

 [Curriculum Vitae]
The future shrinks
Whether the past
Is well or badly spent.

We shape our lives
Athough their forms
Are never what we meant.

[Dana Gioia]


[Elegy for Jane Kenyon]

Jane is big
with death, Don
sad and kind - Jane
though she's dying
is full of mind

We talk about the table
the little walnut one
how it's like
Emily Dickinsons's

But Don says No
was made of iron. No
said Jane
Of Flesh.

[Jean Valentine 1934]