Cut Flowers

Yes, you are going to die,
but you're here now, and so am I,
proud of a beauty that passes,
each in our separate vases.

M.J.S.

When you died and, they say, went to heaven,
you left behind a stunning argument
there is no justice, and grace is hard;

for the grave opens like the Tunnel of Love
into darkness, with the exit too far to see.

Pod People

You are you and I am you
and we are also you.
When you are I and we are here
all differences will disappear,

like words a mynah bird repeats
or houses on suburban streets,
redrawn by what the pod erases –
one person, wearing different faces.

Ed Shacklee

If you have any comments on these poems,  Ed Shacklee would be pleased to hear from you.