four
more poems
now three more
Yulana Low
YuLan
Oldest of seven: girl (me), sister, brother, brother, sister, brother, brother. Born and raised in Arizona. Joined the Women's Army Corps when I was 21, separated in 1973 at 26. Lived and worked in Arizona, Missouri, California, Alabama, Georgia, back to Arizona, Virginia, New York, Missouri, Colorado, back to Arizona, Florida, and back to California -- and this is it. Still working. Siblings scattered throughout the states: Florida, Arizona, Nebraska, and Washington.
No. 4
butterfly kisses my cheek
its caress gentle
i sigh as it flies away
No. 3
Silver trails in the summer moonlight
Testimony to the midnight travels of a snail
It wanders in a meandering fashion across the walk
But never reaches the other side
Where were you going
Why did you give up
No. 6
zephyr
turns leaves
to face heavenward
supplicating
the god
to be gentle
No. 5
The golden hills of California burn red with wildfires. Raging across the landscape, consuming all in its path. The flames swallow up wildlife, leaving behind scorched scenes of devastation; still smoking, blackened as a fish on a Cajun grill. Eventually, life springs back as flora and fauna find a foothold in the wake of destruction. Until the next time.
No. 2
letters to words
words to sentences
sentences to paragraphs
paragraphs to stories
stories to publishers
publishers to rejections
rejections to keep
keep on submitting
again again again
No. 1
race as one
no more hate
black lives matter
slogans cliches words
is anyone listening
actions are needed