Spring Vow

We will love like dogwood.

Kiss like cranes.

Die like moths.

I promise.

About Poetry Spring 2007 Anthology.

For Six Months with You

For six months with you, I would

Quit my lover

Leave the city

Sell my books.

For six months with you, I would

Live in Kansas

Join a carpool

Shave my legs.

For six months with you, I would

Be an actress

Wait on tables

Burn this poem.

But what if it doesn't work out?

If it doesn't work out I'll join a convent

If it doesn't work out I'll cut my hair

If it doesn't work out I'll leave the country

If it doesn't work out I still don't care. . . .

For six months with you, I would

Break the true law

Break my poor heart

Break my vow.

Now ask me what I'd do

For a year or two.

The No-Net World Poetry CD