Parking Space
Forgetting fantasies of fame and cool,
You stand before a green reflecting pool
To decompress. Beneath a grove of birch,
You feel this park serves as a natural church.
Away from charts, graphs, deadlines, and barrage
Of calls, you shut your eyes and sense mirage:
Retirement. In office, you might seethe
And stew and gripe, but here you slow and breathe
Forgiving calm. The world insists you rush
Except for here: this sanctuary’s hush.
No Silver Wand
He vacillates between despair
And cool resentment’s icy glare,
As he’s been bilked, milked, scammed, and conned.
He strolls tonight beside a pond
Reflecting stars. No silver wand
Or silent spell can sprinkle magic dust,
But honesty can start to heal mistrust.
David D. Horowitz lives in Seattle, where he founded, and currently manages, Rose Alley Press. His latest poetry collection from Rose Alley Press is Slow Clouds over Rush Hour. David recently edited Purr and Yowl, a cat-themed poetry anthology published by World Enough Writers. His poems have been published in many journals and anthologies, including The Lyric, Raven Chronicles, Terrain.org, Better Than Starbucks, Coffee Poems, and Sparks of Calliope, and his essays regularly appear in Exterminating Angel. You can visit Rose Alley press here.
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