The Writing Group at Sara's Table

2004 - 11 x 15 - edition of 31 - $350.

The Writing Group at Sara's Table

When we arrive,

our arms filled with poems,

you, in the next booth,

might want to move off

to the table in the corner.

At first glance,

it might appear that

there are five of us.

At second glance,

a crowd.

We are the soldiers

sent to war,

the small girl

maimed by a bomb.

We are the rain

waking the memory,

the wind, coaxing the clouds

across the sky,

lifting the white lace

of a curtain.

We are the cat

curled on the bed,

the robin in the yew bush,

God in a tutu,

French-blue lilacs in

an alabaster bowl.

The moon rolls  

out of our mouths.

The dead rise up between

the pages in our hands.