| MELTING I have been longing for the candy air That once tasted so sweet To me Of lilacs and cut grass and rain Though I cannot turn off my brain The clickity clack clickity clack Wheels turning all the long night and all the dragging day I smell smoke And the hint of a winter killing frost The taste of burning Does not go away I am melting Like the wicked witch of OZ Slipping lower and lower A puddle on the floor Anticipating the fiery sun star To boil and then evaporate Me by Sheryl McCurdy |
| POETRY |
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| BATTLE WORN Now we tire so quickly Of the battle to expand outside of our self To include each other In the warm embrace Of our own circle of light We are less patient to hide the snarl That smears across our face When vexed And yet And yet we remain Linked to one another Either by the battle itself I guess Or perhaps the sheer weight of fatigue by Sheryl McCurdy |
| MIDI: Hanging on by a moment |