Issue 17, April 1998
Izabel Sonia Ganz - Two Poems

Small hand clutching tightly
a cluster of wide faced flowers.
Cold wet feet
in almost grown up shoes
brown pumps, hardly worn,
covered with mud.
Running fast,
running faster,
the drone gives chase above trees -
hail pelts the road
pings against stone
plops against flesh
breaking the plodding column
of carts and horses,
cows,sheep,trunks and people.

At last, shelter:
big teeth in wide open mouth
stiff legs
red soaked tail
body still warm
mother heavy on my back.

Then the road lies calm
in the now bright sun.
Dragonflies moved on
to lay their deadly eggs
inside other bodies.
Will mother stay so unmoving
or shudder only once
and grow cold like the horse?

Yellow pansies gaze up
reproachfully wilting
purple pansies turn away
their faces trampled by wheels
of shattered carts.

internet surfing
pearls falling off my screen
the world in my room