A tiny diamond winks
the burnt blue sky
night’s nose piercing
she sports it
to remind you
despite your city’s sequins
she still knows
how to knock
— Ruth Forman
I continue to struggle with my computer. Fixed one day, dead again the next. I want to put up all the posts I’ve missed for April, backdated for the day I wrote them, but at the same time, I don’t feel like bothering. Their moment is gone, right? Except then there’s this post for my niece, and I don’t want to not acknowledge her birthday, so …
I love that my lovely, glittering gem of a niece has her birthday in April. This way, I’m always writing poems for her. She will surely find that totally corny, but I love it all the same.
Her strength and beauty astound me.
She’s a light, a brilliant flash. We
are and aren’t alike — in mind,
in face, in heart. But we are still
connected. My heart is hers, will
always feel itself caught, confined —
unable to fully express
this love that cannot obsolesce,
but flowers, keeps our hearts entwined.