Do you ever get that feeling?

by Amy Turn Sharp



I feel a little sad today.
Just blue bits floating around.
Just mean reds in the air.
Unsettled.
And it's like I am in several different places at the same time
but not really anywhere.

But have a poem instead of a bummer today.
It is Friday, after all.

LOVE POEM
I want to write you
a love poem as headlong
as our creek
after thaw
when we stand
on its dangerous
banks and watch it carry
with it every twig
every dry leaf and branch
in its path
every scruple
when we see it
so swollen
with runoff
that even as we watch
we must grab
each other
and step back
we must grab each
other or
get our shoes
soaked we must
grab each other

-Linda Pastan

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