4-3-16
Distances
spaces of
longing and mourning
what was,
what is, what will be, what will never be.
beginning where
once only one walked the world
then others who
shared the blood, the air, the milk of life,
arms
reaching, legs walking, eyes looking for how far to go –
pushing how
large their orbit will be,
while those
on the ground wait to see
how much
time for the comets to return,
blazing in
the sky of home.
©2016 Noreen Braman
4-4-16
April City
Not the
Spring day of years before,
no red-shoed
woman sipping coffee in the sunshine,
no flowers
handed out to young performers at Carnegie,
and the
spired aeries are shrouded in clouds.
the great
lady has set aside her jewels
and her gaze
is cold and sullen
she refuses
to shine on opening day
as her rain-splashed
children dash between shelters
while Spring
plays hardball with the city.
©2016 Noreen Braman
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