Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca

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The day is gone

The day is gone
it's getting dark
the clock's ticking
more tired than
this morning.
It's night time now
will there be
a cock's crow
next morning
to wake the soul?

I'm Dizzy

I'm dizzy from this
over and over,
imagining
of the big
small ball
turning
light dark
light dark
or is it elliptical,
somewhere,
the arrows point,
moving
the same numbers,
over and over,
quickly the day
turns to
turns to
it's all in my head,
I can't
mix balls and arrows
even if they move
round and round
to the same
destination
my circular sense of
direction
is dizzy.

The little black bear

The little black bear
I see
grinning
pathetically
on your shelf
doesn't remind me
of why I gave it
to you
or when or where
except that
it's too late
to change its fate.


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