A sailor under a CURSE
Travels far and wide
Finds himself SOBER
And TRIES once again
To resist the SIREN

A cloudless night
The moon has RISEN
The temptress sings
Beware the rocks
Or into the deep you go

Georg’ann

MAGIC wand in hand,
tiara settled askew over curls.
“The Queen of University Street”
one neighbor dubbed her.
She did have a certain POISE and charm,
our preschool royalty, as she sauntered
down the street, bestowing hellos.
I’d watch from the stoop,
ready to sound the SIREN
if she strayed too far.
No matter how early we’d RISEN,
she never seemed to tire,
always up
to meeting what the day had to offer.
“A puddle is a friend,
go out and greet it!”

Heather