cADILLAC AND STORM

Storm knows me from poetry karaoke-
we used to laugh on the front porch each tuesday
presenting fresh mistakes given away as poetry and Muse
We were both young and brave
Cadillac came then,too,like a dolphin splashing through
the waves of evening crowds,thin with wide eyes
Now they two want to read-Storm asks me
for paper and pen which i provide
Yet it is Cadillac who strides up to the opened mike
loud and sexualized,directing her words
to those in the front lines.Brash,bright,brilliant-
the glare of her there animates all
with a FLASH of a smile and a glimpse of tattoos
she is gone before her last line lingers
"i stole these words and now i stole your time"
Storm waits until old words are safe upon lined page
she reads demurely,insecurely,aware of how long a time
has elapsed between innocence and experience
The world has made them bright jewelry
Birds of youth have eyes that know too much
They return to this space just to stay in touch
They leave-leaving in the air-a smile ..and a laugh!

GROUND ZERO
Even wounds heal./Earth will not allow a hole
It will be filled in/built upon.Just like us
Even when emptied,we rebuild.Begin again,as if this never happened
Mosque,cathedral,sports center over homeless indigenous
We are not the earth we walk upon(though we could learn
that holes in hearts and wounds are best addressed directly
not leave an emptiness where past is derelict and present tense
It is the kiss of futures takes a risk
and builds a mosque in christian wall street bliss