Easter Morning

she twirls across the kitchen floor
her Easter dress flares around her
flower petals
open to welcome the sun

spinning back and forth
shoes click on the tile
she sees herself
reflected
in the oven door
a ballerina on the stage
Cinderella at the ball.

@Bonnie Pignatiello Leer 3/08
(Accepted for Juice 2008)

long trip home

empty corn fields
grey snow patches
salt etched pavement
this brown world
a blur in my window

yesterday music
light and sound explosion
steel strings and microphones
sweet, sad, and angry

today
just brain images
and silence

where does my finger
touch humanity?
is the world like water
or sand?
my life impression
words and images
soul of art

this brown world is dead
and cold
the horizon flat

the pictures are
all that remain

-bonnie pignatiello leer
(Accepted for Cram vol 2)