Poetry

< 1 Heaven perches on hills
of grieving groundhogs.

< 1 So peaceful, quiet

< 1 Your words chosen

< 1 In this life, we all play our parts

< 1 Two old women, friends for over four decades,

< 1 Where is one to go

2 MINYears and years, the mystery of life,

< 1 It’s a cake made mostly of air,

< 1 I saw us in the sunrise this morning

2 MINAnother yearly GYN exam today, and as it turns out, my last

< 1 The sounds of the universe awakened me

< 1 In the barn the cattle’s breath