Maybe
No one listens
to the moon -
a few stars, maybe...
Mary Crow read poetry
from her last chapbook
I listened
She read new work;
crisp, fresh poetry -
drenched purple
I listened
to the sweet white
scent of woodruff
I wanted to stand
and applaude
but the room was silent
I wanted to scream
at the universe
yes, this is
how a woman feels ...
but the room was silent
It seems one listens
except for Dona,Mark
and myself . . .
maybe the moon
and a few stars, listen
Maybe.
Deborah Russell
Nov 16 05
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