TOO LATE

like the rabbit
Alice followed
down the hole...
I discover
everything
I want to say
has already
been in print.




BUSYWORK

We embroider each other on
sheets and towels
Our tongues stitch forget-me-
nots on calendars
as ears listen for the silence
between words.

Our hands flex to grasp
at nothingness
and with our swizzle sticks,
we scratch eternity
on melting ice.



(This poem received First Prize - Senior Laureate Competition and appeared in Hodgepodge & in Golden Words)

© Pearl Stein Selinsky