one day into spring
and i’m floating on a raft
of poetry…short, fat chunks
of stanzas braided with
mermaid hair…and hope
the water (made of tears) is
bedazzled by the sun:
death keeps scooping people up
and I think she’s tired too
of all the heaving
last night
there was so much magic
though, just like…everywhere
on everyone…skin so goose-
bumped we looked like aliens
all that lifting of the veils
a community effort…and every
one cared…about something
about someone
This marks my 80th poem!!! Oof! And last night, I wrote 36 poems on demand! What a night! Thank you to the May Court Club of Windsor for inviting me to be a part of your fundraiser!
VANESSA SHIELDS 