POEM #1
The Interval
My fingertips relish the soft, fuzzy, fleece-like texture of white spa towels, minimally offset by the grey and itchy thread of a hemp string encircling their rolled-up forms at the waist.
Lightly perfumed with lavender, they choose an orchid, instead, as adornment – placed near three, staged candles of varying heights, overlooking pink bath crystals strewn on the woven mat.
Inevitably, a small, green fern graces the scene with its splash of color and flowing arcs of tiny leaves casting small shadows onto the scene.
Don’t forget the stones!
Small, black, smooth-surfaced stones, like the kind used on the spine in hot stone massage.
They add to the mood of “Zen.”
I glide slowly in the wicker swing, clad in my spa robe and with hair turbaned, listening to the mesmerizing lilt of meditation music, and wish I could stay here “forever.”
Nails freshly cut and shining; face newly pummeled and satin-smooth, I rest, if only for this moment.
My hosts tell me the bombing has stopped. Soon it will be time to return to Kyiv.
POEM #2
Bounty Hunters
- A parking lot is full of zip-zapping vehicles, drivers searching for prime parking space, or trying to get the heck out of there.
- Store shelves are lined with too many branded options of foods, all produced by the same 2 companies.
- The stale smell of pizza slices, warming under red heat lamps, wafts through the aisles, making tummies growl and wallets open wider. Did they hide a fan to make the aroma travel farther?
- Mounds of produce are sprinkled – on schedule – with a cooling mist.
- Dumpsters are full of edibles that rot in the sun.
- Anything you want. Ice cream? Auto parts? Live plants? Drugs? Alcohol?
- How about soft drinks? Meat? Chewing gum? Pet food? Batteries? Light Bulbs?
- One-stop shopping with items to spare.
All taken for granted as if it were natural and deserved.
The Occasional Poet
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