…only picks up it seems. New poem. A squirt of a poem and a major feat, writing at all lately, life such a whirlwind, but I have received some good news. My work is to be included in “Wildfire,” the forthcoming anthology of seventy five contemporary B.C. women poets edited by Susan Musgrave and published by Mother Tongue Publishing. So, no faltering now. Onward and upward.

TEMPO

Pulse forgotten,

player piano tears

through tunes,

violet eyed Diana

fingering a book, her alphabet

soup just as hot outside.

Just as fast.

Secret fondled,

tendrils ironed,

I choose the painted door,

every stair whistling

in time.

In tune.