Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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I feel better when I Look outside the window

I feel better when I look out
the window
at the cloudy, dreary sky,
and the rain and the mud,
the naked bark rot and waste.
I say, my, how you screw up your
world, God,
and this just a little weather,
mind you, no earthquake, or flood or
big winds,
compared to those
my screw-ups too are modest;
though I must confess
it's not fair
that the concept of god
is useful
to justify small transgressions,
is this what brought on
the flood.

Are you asking me

Are you asking me? Big
mistake.
I tend to ponder and pause
then give the long-winded
tentative careful
(do no harm) take.
How can I cover all bases,
all causes, all consequences,
you want something clear
and definitive
or maybe half-way affinitive
it will take more than the
power to fake.

last night

Last night I had this dream
I was in court, a witness,
or defendant, possibly a claimant,
yes, in small claims court, the one
of no major grievances or losses,
the sum total of meager
expectations.
Suddenly a guard changed
the plaque
on the wall to Big Supreme Justice.
It shook me up, I thought,
why here,
no one came here for that,
(it doesn't work in the big one),
leave us to our small judgments
and misdemeanours, wake up,
it's all we came for.


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