Two Poems

The Autumn Breeze

on my neck

is a good excuse to recollect

you kissed me in September.

Fall’s vacant fingers

touch my neck once,

twice and I feel

the way you kissed me

and a prayer you spoke

that was never to be granted

but only to be shared

like the fickle blush

of Japanese maples by my window

which are soon to be

cold bald pencils

resting pointlessly

on my desk.


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Making a Wish

Last night

looking at the light of two elevators

coming down slowly

you said they remind you of two trains

running parallel so close

that you can let go all the feelings

of where you are

but for me, they remind me of two stars

falling toward me so willingly

that I cannot miss them. I wonder

whether having two falling stars

means that I can make two wishes

or it doubles the chance of

one wish coming true.

When I come to myself and the stars are before us

it’s too late to make even one.

You ask what I want you to do for me

but my wishes cloud one another like stars

behind the sky. As you kiss me

I see two men walking quickly by us

holding two big star-

shaped lights for Christmas

with their firm, chapped hands

giving me the second chance to make a wish.

("Iodine Poetry Journal" Fall/Winter 2010-2011 Issue)


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