by Gary Percesepe

was yesterday's dawn breaking in the high sky

            meant for us?

life is a damaged vacation

            but sometimes it shines

on every particle of dust

            evoking a world of

cookies and gravy and

            hungry husbands  

and play doh scraped from

            holiday  floors--

it's pointless grading

            degrees of reality

but if you listen to the pretty snowflakes

it's a different language

the bad news is our ship hasn't arrived

            the good news is it hasn't left yet.