THE SEARCH
THE SEARCH
by Stefanie Bennett
Try to turn that thought
Around…
The art
Of waiting for
The Rain-Tree
To flower -,
The front porch
Rocker to
Move of its own
Accord
And you -, God
Willing
Still in it -.
THE SEARCH
by Stefanie Bennett
Try to turn that thought
Around…
The art
Of waiting for
The Rain-Tree
To flower -,
The front porch
Rocker to
Move of its own
Accord
And you -, God
Willing
Still in it -.
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Stefanie Bennett interchanges language for our understanding of her journey and world.
The Waiter
(A response poem)
Bring me my drink
Be quick about it
Don’t bother me
with your daily specials
I know what I want
It’s the only reason
I trucked up here
in the first place
You will bring me
clinking tiles of ice
suspended in the bitter
fullness of time
a tea both sun-brewed
and freshly lemoned
set it on a paper coaster
so clean and thoughtful
God himself is tempted
off his rocker to witness
and then leave me alone
with him to contemplate