MAGNIFICAT
Immaculate
Lingering melodies,
Bach, Gounod, Schubert,
Ora
pro nobis;
Madonnas (no, not her)
With a crazed,
burnished
Renaissance beauty,
Added on later.
My favorite, little
known,
Now in museum storage,
Title and artist
forgotten,
A teenaged girl from
Nazareth,
Cheeks a dusty pink,
Who has just learned
She’s going to have a
baby.
SEARCH ENGINE
Have you ever looked for
people
On the Internet,
Old girl friends,
Acquaintances with whom
You had a falling out,
And finding them,
Started a letter
That you did not mail?
NIGHT LIGHTS
The midnight sky is
clear
And you can see across the
lake.
On the far shore a single
light
Shines in the woods:
Who else is up to see his
cottage
Washed in the cool glow
Of a silver-white moon?
In time the moon sets,
And the house is all but
dark,
Except for the night
light
In the room where
Our grandchildren sleep
And the green and amber
Blinking of the modem
On the floor.
Night Lights appeared in The Aurorean, Spring
2010
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