3 Poems
Oddball collection
She stares sidelong of my eyes
at lunch-out
an earring escaped
stray stress
loss on a wrong day
(Why did it happen with her?)
A scale that loses its balance
I thought my head was tilting
with an ongoing question
(“So you think it will work out with him?”)
And then we are backtracking
between the car and conversation
our eyes sweeping every sideline
a loner reclusive in my purse
(suspicious of witchcraft)
amethyst amulet
some perfectly personal form
bought at Global Village
filigree or sterling spoon-end
retro un-pinched and screwed-off
(the shooting star-eyed friend titters)
at an abysmal drop
parsimonious accounting
the starry-eyed co-worker probes for
and competently dangles
for another day when the profound find
(waits on the carpet at home)
still a Navajo flute player
vanishes from its reflection
the vintage cameo gives up its ghost
a June-blue bead falls
(and all is ephemeral)
oddball collection of
Shakespearean pirate jewelry
perhaps one should wear an earring akimbo
instead of a new pair
(us women)
