Three poems

by Carol Nelson


         Intersecting tangents
         Binary stars,
         Galaxy clusters,
         The mingling and pooling
         Of you and me,

         I walk in measured steps.
         My path is planned.
         I carry shame for wars I did not fight,
         In places I have never been.
         Spring has never meant so much,
         Or beauty, Life itself..
         Night has never been so blessed,
         Or morning so surprising!

         I am the last rose of summer,
         Full blown and tempting
         I love old black men,
         Who laugh out loud and smile
         After seeing it all.
         Walking around with broken hearts.

October 1, 2010


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