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I'm trying to participate in Mary Lee Hahn's "Our Wonderful World."
This morning I taught a class, then got a call that my mom had been hospitalized again.
So I spent a good part of today in Colorado Springs with her. And by the time I got home, there were not a whole lot of poems.
This started out as a haiku.
But then the last line wouldn't work.
But I liked it.
So I left it.
And so it's only kind of a haiku.
"Empire State Building"
Tower slices sky
a geometric symphony
of curves and quadrilaterals.
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2014***********
And then I read an article about a Ford mustang being sawed apart and hauled up elevators for a fiftieth anniversary celebration. And it felt like there was a poem there somehow.
You are cordially invited
a shiny silver
sawed into three parts
then stuffed into elevators
up 86 floors
to be reassembled
by the world.
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2014