Sometimes I pull these poems
out of the hat of my heart—
black coffee, moonlight,
a silver-tipped spear.
Take what you will of them,
they’re mine to give—all or none.
Like this one.
Darling rabbit, unfrantic, and
soul-bounce away, less fretful
of time’s sand already swept away
by gravity through finger-roots,
filling up the bottom
of the hourglass. Now see this.
New soil.
Lift, flip,
start again.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
F. Scott Fitzgerald famously said that there are no second acts in American lives. I'm with you, Jen, there is always the next chapter!
ReplyDeletejust a lovely pen, Jen. 'unfrantic'. what a perfect word. ~
ReplyDeleteBlack coffee, moonlight and a silver tipped spear! What a fearsome and wonderful woman this must be. I'm thankful that you write, I really do enjoy them so much.
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