Fever Spike by Ona Gritz
My child is ablaze and, because it's not the first time,
I'm efficient. A dropper-full of sticky Motrin...Weekend Fair by Ona Gritz
The Ferris wheel is small, rickety,
shorter than the squat houses beside it.
So when it stops with my child at the top,
no one panics. Without strain, I call to him,
see the thrill of slight fear glowing on his face...For Lady, A Collie by Dianne McKnight
The day before you died
I lay on the floor with you.
We were almost nose to nose although
I held my head back a little
so I could see you better...We're Lost in Iowa by John Grey
We stop at the side of the road.
My wife, the navigator,
throws up her arms in despair.
We're at the point where map
and landscape speak different languages...The Pansy by Jeanne Holtzman
It was still there today,
in that scruffy garden by the road.
Taunting me like a happy-face in a graveyard...Picking Up Old Vietnamese Woman from Dialysis by David A. Bright
A small shadow appears through the glass
Moving slowly, haltingly
Bent over tired from hours on The Machine
A larger, more upright shadow waves goodbye...A View of the Bay by M. Chavez
I take him on a walk behind Golden Gate Fields, stand him
before the water and the city, make him look at the view.
He says there's nothing to see and blames everything,
the elements, the things that we can't control...Turn Around by Kathleen Dunn De Mers
From them
a tendency to phrase
a word no other people use...