"Early Spring"
When everything portends,
clings to the edge of not quite yet,
teeters on perhaps.
Just a hint of green
pokes from wilted stalks,
risking little, wary of reversal.
Nothing signals go ahead!
Nothing gestures all safe now
to a land still hovering.
I sit with my seed catalog
deep in petunia fantasies
despite its warning, sow after frost.
"Directions"
It’s just next door to the old car wash,
you say, assuming anyone was around
that long ago.
The world still clings to the shape
you gave it decades past,
fixed it in your memory,
arranged your body in that space.
So it remains until someone
snorts an annoyed correction:
that was three restaurants,
two bars and a laundromat ago.
Sharon Scholl is a retired college teacher who convenes a poetry critique group and maintains a website (freeprintmusic.com) of original compositions available to small, liberal churches. Her poetry chapbooks, Remains, Evensong, Seasons, are available via Amazon Books. Her poems are current in Third Wednesday and Epistemic Library.
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