Sparks

Brought along seven literary journals in the knapsack 
for the little library box on Edgewater Drive

We parked the bicycles at Tükrō Coffee on the way.
I said "want to look at these
before I get rid of them?"
"Yes."

I looked too. Stunned
at what I'd written so long ago.

Inspired, passionate, fully realized.
Sparks on every page.

I retracted "shame on me for giving up
so easily" and replaced it with "shame on me 
for letting the spark extinguish
while I was busy
offering burnt written words to the moon
at night, when sparks are most visible."

RK [3/7/23]

Waiting 

Too early to say

the party is over,

anxious to know 

something louder 

then the sound

of my own voice.

[LSS, 3/6/23]