Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca

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Tomorrow They'll Come

Tomorrow they'll come for
dinner,
goodwill will abound,
but what will they remember
most of all,
the courses,
the talk,
the art on the wall?
when they're gone
and the dishes are done,
and the clock will have
called the hour,
will their bellies and hearts
remember what,
the savoury, the sweet, or
the sour?

last year's brown leaves

Last year's brown, dried out,
useless fallen leaves
still clinging to the ground,
not having turned into rich soil
nor being blown away,
mute, cold, torn, and bent out of shape,
is there inside them some leftover DNA,
memories of
last year's sun rays, birds' songs,
kids' joys and fun,
winds, rain and squirrels' runs,
where gone are they?

The stories told

The stories told
by strangers' eyes
when briefly
meeting,
passing by,
I wonder
are they dark
or sweet
would I
prefer to flee
or greet,
if I just knew,
but here I am
the beggar
on the street.


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