Kevin Pilkington – Pomegranate
A woman walks by the bench I’m sitting on
with her dog that looks part Lab, part Buick,
stops and asks if I would like to dance.
I smile, tell her of course I do. We decide
on a waltz that she begins to hum.
Joan Colby – Silk Poem II
Silkworms depend on mulberry leaves
The way you and I depend on trust.
Their weight increases ten thousand fold
Since hatching. Fattened as we become
Praise be to the not-nearly-a-girl anymore
clerking at our local grocery outlet
since junior high. Single mom, moved up
after a decade of customer service
My father casts a line, three colors deep,
and trolls. It’s cold. I zip my coat
up to my chin, think how I could be asleep
but here we are, a part of the fact.