Poems from DonMateo
Ann
Sitting, surrounded by sacred clutter,
A gaunt and raisin...
Darts
We are sightless souls,
with black blindfolds,
in a dark room,
aiming...
900
Before crosses of redemption,
and burning candles
weeping...
Another Black Kippah
The trowel makes a swoosh sound,
as it enters the bucket.
Scooping up a...
My paper guardian,
enshrined reminder.
Stares back at me,
yellowed, formal, kind.
Secret message,
in a camouflaged smile.
A...