Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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I hesitate to tally
I hesitate to tally
my wins and losses
for fear I might
screw up the arithmetic
— that 80 average |
was a fluke win —
Still, you asked,
"are you winning or
losing? "
I try for an algebraic equation,
with pluses and minuses.
I will probably screw up
this one too.
How can I tell you If I'm
winning
or losing — it's so confusing,
just turn a line into a cross,
and what is it now,
a win or a loss?
When I said
When I said
my expectations are limitless,
meaning the world out there,
randomness, technology, luck,
serendipity,
delicious anticipation,
hope and all,
I could prove it was true,
I have all the examples
(I got a call from a headhunter
-I knew years ago),
I was on firm ground.
What a limited view,
look inside you, the glimpse
said,
that's where the vastness lies,
I breathe in the sky and the sun,
somehow it's not as much fun.
Fireworks Touching
Fireworks touching the sky,
a message of hope I said,
why, it's just coloured noise,
said the voice, cut and dry
and I
to rethink, gazed above,
wishing still
to soar and fly.