After You Have Vanished -by Kevin Prufer
The little red jewel in the bottom of your wineglass
is so lovely I cannot rinse it out…
Looking at My Father -by Wendy Xu
It’s the inside which comes out, as I contemplate
him there half in sunlight, weeding diligently…
The Dream -by John Donne
Dear love for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream…
Touched by An Angel -by Maya Angelou
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight…
The Ecstasy -by Phillip Lopate
You are not me, and I am never you
except for thirty seconds in a year…
We have no choice in the bodies that hold us -by Holly Amos
Thing of dirt and water and oxygen marked by thinking
and reacting and a couch…
We Manage Most When We Manage Small -by Linda Gregg
What things are steadfast? Not the birds.
Not the bride and groom who hurry…
The Touch -by Anne Sexton
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box.
Nothing was there but the subway railings…