more NaPoWriMo

( these are still shabby, and definitely first drafts, but here they are)

9

Available

Birdseed is, on my windowsill.

A car is, in the parking lot.

My dream of the bullying Sister Cromwell is,

Returning night after night

To tell me I must dispose of all my books.

Travail prevails

I avail myself of a veil

The vale of tears

The veil that rain makes on her loom of light.

Travail makes

Travelling trials and tempest.

Bridal veil,

Bush denuded by my cousin and I

Who scattered white blossoms over the green lawn

Like snow

Like torn up paper

Like litter glitters on green.

10

My parents' wedding day-

April 10 -

Cold and blustery in 1944

Outside the rectory of Saint Agnes Parish

In the brittle afternoon sun.

My mother holding her hat on her head,

Shivering in her new suit.

No wedding gown for the non-Catholic ceremony

Of thirtysomethings in the rectory.

My father dapper happy in a new dark suit

So glad she said yes.

11

The inner life of a paper clip.

To what does it long

To be attached?

What is its memory

Of being twisted into shape?

Does it resent not being

A staple?