Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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What do I want
What do I want
she says,
not much
as such,
some forgetfulness
and no distress,
only good news
the million dollar's clues
breathtaking views
adoring glances,
golden rays, muted
falling on beauty's rest,
taking no chances,
definitely, the uplifted chest.
When you point
When you point your finger at me
they say three fingers
point back at you
so beware
I don't scare
easily.
When I point my finger at you,
back
now I'm scared
finger pointing, back and forth,
feels like daggers
in the air
flying, scarring,
let's shake hands instead,
clasp, pump, shake,
fair?
So Many Weeds
So many weeds this spring all over
my garden,
where did they come from,
I don't recall them being here last fall,
and here they are, and how they cling.
I'm pulling, uprooting, killing, full of revenge
against one and all,
even as they recoil
how dare they invade
my carefully tended soil.
snap!
what happened to me
this winter
under those layers of wrap
did I grow weedy seeds
in my soul,
what else don't I know.