Surfing in a Subaru on the first day of spring,
blue sky, blue cars, windows cracked an inch,
singing Rikki Don’t Lose that Number,
viewing autumn’s unburied debris—
bent dahlias, dead branches, black leaves,
and two little pyramids of pepper-iced snow
sheltering in the base of leafless trees,
getting ready to unfreeze.
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Pushcart Prize nominee Farley Egan Green, from Spokane, Washington, rediscovered poetry a few years back after retiring from a communications career. She has published in Emerge Literary Journal, Boomerlit Magazine, Trestle Creek Review, Assisi Journal of Literature and the Arts and others. Farley says she writes for the pleasure of playing with words, images, and sounds; to tell stories and make sense of experiences she hopes readers will recognize.
© 2024, Farley Egan Green
Halfway Down the Stairs 