Then on the path to Jericho,
I’m plagued by uncertainty,
“Is the man wearing a top coat
my neighbor?” A girl nudges me,
startles me with gentleness. We dance.
And the way she tells the story:
No one dances alone. “Include
is a verb,” she explains.
“Am I wearing the clothing of a liar?”
I ask. Thankfully, she does not answer.
first published in In the Arms of Words: Poems for Tsunami Relief, limited edition, FootHills Publishing, (June 2005), and In the Arms of Words: Poems For Disaster Relief, Sherman Asher Publishing (October 2005), and later in Paper Snowflakes, available from Southern Hum Press, reprinted in A Bouquet of Poems by Winston-Salem Poets (with Isabel Zuber and Becky Gould Gibson) Poet of the Week on the North Carolina Arts Council web site, selected by Kathryn Stripling Byer (August 2006)


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April 29, 2007 at 12:54 pm
sandi
Wow~I really like this! (((((HUGS))))) sandi
April 29, 2007 at 5:27 pm
helenl
Hi Sandi, Thanks for dropping by. Glad you like the poem.