Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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Fireworks Touching

Fireworks touching the sky,
a message of hope I said,
why, it's just coloured noise,
said the voice, cut and dry
and I
to rethink, gazed above,
wishing still
to soar and fly.

Usually I believe in God

Usually I believe in God
when afraid,
small and helpless,
worthless and needy,
then I beg,
selfish little bundle.
Not when I remember
the million really
small, helpless,
needy, now dead.
Then, I don't.

I am Recycling

I am recycling, that's what
I'm doing,
recycling in three
compartments,
the good
and the bad
and the ugly.
They turned us all into garbage
collectors, he said.
No, recycled we were
always,
just the speed and
compartments
are new.


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