Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca

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The day in its full thrust

The day in its full thrust
Has fooled us into
believing we must
yield to its needs
and rush to its rhythms
so we did and now
its almost time
to face it and fathom
as we look into
each other's eyes
why we can stop,
smile, hug, kiss,
dance around as we do,
and we laugh
at the sun up there,
in the skies.

What do I want

What do I want
she says,
not much
as such,
some forgetfulness
and no distress,
only good news
the million dollar's clues
breathtaking views
adoring glances,
golden rays, muted
falling on beauty's rest,
taking no chances,
definitely, the uplifted chest.

When you point

When you point your finger at me
they say three fingers
point back at you
so beware
I don't scare
easily.

When I point my finger at you,
back
now I'm scared
finger pointing, back and forth,
feels like daggers
in the air
flying, scarring,
let's shake hands instead,
clasp, pump, shake,
fair?


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