Wednesday, April 28, 2010



The show in Buffalo, all women
Divas in their best diamonds
(and I boasting sparkling paste)
When we pray before the show
All hands meet in the middle
A Busby Berkley shot
spokes of costly gems glittering in a pin spot

Later on, the ride back to the country
It’s a clear night
I pull over, lean out the window, glance skyward
Entrance, I get out and wander in a cornfield
Directly above, stars dance
They put earthy jewels to shame
Tiny flames on a backdrop of violet and blue

Layer upon exquisite layer
Reminding me that, in my humble C.Z.
I’ve nothing to be embarrassed about
The other girls have more money, but they’re no richer
For God created a palette so luxurious
no designer can match it
And it’s all free, regardless of one’s stature


  1. Woo-Hoo! I can leave a comment! You need to check out my FB page to learn about two new poetry prompt sites I discovered today (went snooping). One starts up May 4, the other starts May 6. I don't know that I can do that much poetry this summer, but I'm definitely going to check them out.

    You be da rich one, lady.