The Wonder of You: the Lost Poem

The Wonder of You.

I never got to see Elvis.

I saw the Beatles.

Saw the Rolling Stones

but I never got to see Elvis,

Saw Niagara

Saw three of the Seven Wonders

Saw a rainbow sit like a tiara

over my city

but I never got to see Elvis.

But I saw my baby girl

get born

held her in the palms of my hands.

I never got to see Elvis

but I got to hold my baby girl.

The Stain

The wine had been sitting in the glass

for three hot days

when I poured it

down

the

sink

& saw the stain

it left

on the side:

a sigil

a rune-like mark

Of some sort,

representing

Angel or demon,

Benediction

Or curse?

The drinker’s version of ‘the writing

on the wall’?

A message from another world?

I look at it long

Unsettled.

Perplexed.

 

what does it look like to you?

Cake

It simply is not true.

You can’t eat your cake

And have it too.

I tried it once.

It does not work.

Someone always ends up hurt.

 

Take a slice maybe two.

Leave some for others too.

And if the cake

is truly sound.

There should be enough

To go around.