Sunday, June 17, 2012

Eleven at Tulalip


Me, the flightless bird

Soaring in your wildblue

Filled

With mysteries

 

Bathing in moonlight as

The fingers of night

Brushed

Through ribbons of me

 

Sweet, your mouth,

My tears on your lips,

Tasted

So much so I wished to never end them

 

Me, the flightless bird

Now securely

Perched

In the cove on the mountain I didn’t think I could climb

 

 

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Seattle Spring


all day long
  violets in the rain
  bleed hello



Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Contagious


my sick sister
her contagious
laugh



Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Grazie, Sue Bell


bluesy jazz singer
amid the bar chatter
i drink the notes



Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Monday, June 11, 2012

You Always Pick the Worst Apples


You always pick the worst apples, 

she chided him, all bruised!

They are still sweet in some spots—

sweeter even than others without them, he said.

And then she wondered if that’s why he’d picked her.




Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner