| Early Morning Images
first sun
between the pickets a geranium
glows
ruffled cypress
full of honeyeaters
singing
coral tree branch sways
into rising sun
rosellas squawk
garbage truck flourishes
a rain wet bin
red lid swings
asphalt glitter winks
heels clatter past
my hello
first published in paper wasp
Letter from Paris
Send me a letter from Paris
as we drift into winter
a winter neither harsh
nor unrelenting,
but rather a forgetting of heat
and a clenching of heart.
Remembering my young days
I shall travel into fresh regions
of thought and reassessment,
venture forth as any snail
from my shell into cold rain
and the aroma of discontent.
Send me your letter from Paris;
time may crumple behind me.
Poet from Paris or Indiana,
we will laugh once more at misfortune
and in this damp autumn,
again I shall walk spring streets.
Lynette M. Arden
published in 'A Nickel's Worth of Dreams' anthology (PoetWorks 2004)
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