WENDY STERN - POEMS

Fingertips

 

 

A street lamp

In the distance

And a

Wet again, wet again, wet again

Night

And we have

Branches with fingertips

Made of gold.

 

 

Nightness

And raindrops

And the swirling, swirling, swirling

Wind

Making

Branches with fingertips

Made of gold.

 

 

Tiny flecks of light

Spin

In the

Circling, circling, circling

Gusts

And we have

Branches with fingertips

Made of gold.

 

 

Sheer darkness

And a street lamp

And a wet again,

Wet again,

Wet again

Night...