Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca

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This Fame

This fame you're craving so
what is it for?
Is it the dough
or love's embrace
man, lover, or God's grace,
legacy of the brave
beyond the grave,
and is it worth what,
squat.

the Grand Scheme

The grand scheme of things
(not the grand scheme of small things,
that multitude of small things
that makes the grand scheme of grand things possible,
with so much unseen
pain and deprivation
and sacrifice and loss)
the unfittingly called grand,
so fittingly called scheme,
is words hiding dross.

Where are the people

Where are all the people
who live on this street,
why are they hiding inside,
don't they want to see
spring's first magnolia tree
spilling its delicate pinks,
can't they hear the newborn
greens' pleas?
I want to shout
come out, come out,
breathe in the fresh air,
look at the bird's red flare
lift your arms up,
blow the smiling sun a kiss,
why is that guy
in that car driving by
looking at me as if
something with me's amiss?


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