SPEAK

Do you bring news then?
What hand scrabbled in the dirt
And then was still? Whose eyes
Glittered through the smoke?
Was there a moon that night?
Did an unlooked-for child
Walk through the fire?

AESRED POEM

If I’d my father’s eye and heart

I would feel the bare branch’s regret

As its last leaf goes dancing away

With a sweet-talking breeze.