|"Eyes Without a Face" by Digital Collage Artist Robin Isely|
Everywhere I look: Suits. Black suits. Everywhere I look: Tears. Women’s tears.
Driven to tears on International Women’s Day. Drive us to the station instead.
We'll take an excursion to the country where an unbroken river reflects us
and the joy deep inside our tears, juice inside a thick-skinned orange.
Refresh, oh, refresh us, sweet air, where we won’t trip over bodies but luxuriate
in green and brown, in moss and mud, as if right measure of water refreshed the earth.
No more dwelling in museums, no more funerals, no naked women’s eyes for all
to see, and no giving up on women's leadership in our free society.
Driven to the station on International Women’s Day, we'll leave in search
of a place to meet, to quench our thirst for sunlight and juice and play. No tears today.
My blog poems are rough drafts.
Please respect my copyright.
If you quote, credit this page.
© 2020 Susan L. Chast