Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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last year's brown leaves
Last year's brown, dried out,
useless fallen leaves
still clinging to the ground,
not having turned into rich soil
nor being blown away,
mute, cold, torn, and bent out of shape,
is there inside them some leftover DNA,
memories of
last year's sun rays, birds' songs,
kids' joys and fun,
winds, rain and squirrels' runs,
where gone are they?
The stories told
The stories told
by strangers' eyes
when briefly
meeting,
passing by,
I wonder
are they dark
or sweet
would I
prefer to flee
or greet,
if I just knew,
but here I am
the beggar
on the street.
the sheer Luxury
The sheer luxury
and indulgence
of expecting it
all to be fine
in the end,
the crisis
having resolved
itself
however painful
the outcome
(death and messiness
all around).
It's really remarkable,
this sanity regained,
smiles restored,
sighs of relief,
clocks ticking on.