Issue 16, March 1998
Fanny-Min Becker - Two Poems

For it is the sand grains
That make up a continent
And to see a world 
In a grain of sand

That is what 
You 
And I and all who are not blind
Can

We are blessed

Joy is not bound 
To festive seaons

Even in painful moments
In the painful

Process of stripping
Stripping
Stripping until

We stand naked 
Unashamed
To see our souls

We see in joy
Red blue gold black green and purple...

(i)
 
Angels
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Secretly I was hoping 
That it would snow enough
For me to print a snow angel
And secretly it was snowing
Snowing into the night
So secretly I put on my snow suit
But what would our neighbours say
Said my guardian angel

So I didn’t print no angel
But we did put on our snow boots
To trace that lonely rabbit
And we found him beneath a tree
Contemplating
If he too 
Should print a snow rabbit angel

(iv)

Snow in the City
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Parked cars
Playing childish games
Covering themselves 
With thick snowy blankets
Giggling 
Guess who I am

(vi)

Fallen Angel
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Tempted by more virgin snow
I sneaked into our garden 
And printed a snow angel
To surprise my guardian angel
When home from work he should come

(ix) 

Thawing
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I rushed home from school
My snow angel half gone
Where once her wings were
Two patches of green