Snow Child
My day's decision: Snowflakes
cold
wet
were an unpleasantness
that I intended to forego
Later I learned to walk on crusted
snow
and felt danger:
I could fall through
to silence
and I
was a talkative
child
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When we did lay ourselves out
making angels, I was sure
that the devil might poke himself
up under mine!
Poet's Staff
Poet's Staff is a collection of the poetry and art of Fran Sbrocchi
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
The Naming
I do not know
If you are Katharine
or K.T.
or Kakky whose mother
tells of her dancing
I know only your name
that was chosen by queens
until someone
named you shrew
and you
dancing in your garden
did not resist
Shrewd shrouded
a worm spun silk
among poplar leaves
and the cottonwood sap sticks
to your tongue
bitter as cherries