Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Betty Matthews

Poems


      LESTER & THE GOLDEN ELM

      Do you grow
      from the tree
      above you into
      leaves that sprout
      in the spring

      No, you are
      spirit growing
      inside of me your
      memory giving

      just specks of
      what we used
      to do

      Lie beside me
      one more time
      and purr out
      the winters cold

      Meow at the

      drop of a hat
      at me, your
      mistress

      come alive
      altogether be
      you...be me

      DRIVING

      The fresh air
      cuts through the
      morning

      Dives through
      the breeze
      and channels
      along the highway

      as the sun
      drives through
      the clouds
      mercilessly

      in a Mercedes

      Benz


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