Showing posts with label Big Tent Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Big Tent Poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Snowbirds

Florida doesn’t suck,
especially in winter
     which is much more like
     six months of fall.
What does it feel like to sit here
day after beautiful day
     when friends from up are worried
     about driving in snow and ice?
I have learned to keep silent
to sing to myself, but
    

it doesn’t suck.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Enough

My dear friend Victoria
taught me much from her writings.
She uses words like sufficient and adequate.
Her words calm me, take me from the fray
and give me permission to be no more
right now than what I am, enough.