Coping

It has rained for five days
running
the world is
a round puddle
of sunless water
where small islands
are only beginning
to cope
a young boy
in my garden
is bailing out water
from his flower patch
when I ask him why
he tells me
young seeds that have not seen sun
forget
and drown easily

--Audre Lorde

Unfinished poem
She
Needed beauty
behind this red shadow of poetry

All men sincerely rose to ask
How blue above?
why music beneath?
what woman may shake
In the sprays of sleep?

She replied,

An unfinished poem.

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Foresight

The summer has
Wilted away
Behind a curtain of

Rain

Without
The smallest of sunburns,
or a clear strawberry memory;
Lacking a single nap in the sun
Or one novel
Read in the shade:

And I have
Missed it.