Shadorma 155-156

From Count Syllables on Your Fingers, the collection published in 2020.

Shadorma 155

Speak to me
you say. Your cold hands
grasp mine and
I shudder.
You are Winter. We walk on.
Forced pairing. Not friends.

1/31/19

Shadorma 156

Stepping back
I thought I’d see how
you made out
on your own.
Now we’re at full count. Next pitch –
you have to hit it.

1/31/19

6 thoughts on “Shadorma 155-156

  1. There is certainly plenty of unintended reciprocity although I never thought about it before. Nicer than many unintended consequences.

  2. Ever since I was very young it seemed obvious to me that this is a push pull universe and there is no one with a permanent upper hand. Part of the excitement of living, part of the fearfulness of it!

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