Two Poems
Spring
My feelings just took a turn for the better
While thinking of white flowers turning into strawberries,
Of clover turning into bees, of crowds of wisteria
Swelling and swelling.
People often think I have a friendly dog, but it is just me:
My wide arm-span for folding tablecloths, my feet that seem worn
Not just by me, but many.
I had this feeling once before, when I was walking through rain
And wet leaves in shoes that were red and navy.
Much of me hadn’t been tried out, and I liked that.
Annulment
I’ve ruined my marriage, but still I enjoy the hum of nature,
And the pleasure of greeting a kindly pedestrian
When I have the chance.
Make no mistake, I’m fond of my bungalow.
Returning home at night, I can’t resist waltzing a bit
With my valise. I let my right foot go first,
Since it’s my favorite.
I live a quiet life, thinking of what to say,
Heeding the call of the wild, removing my sunglasses in tunnels.
I never refreeze, though I may try it one day.
ANGELA BALL