Meander, poetry by Rojan Zét

Like a flower
right in the middle
your figure appeared
carrying out trash...
a good sign I thought
and so appropriate.
One quick word left
me there centered to
continue with a sigh
on my rocky circuit
leaving at your waiting
threshold for someone
a foil-wrapped delivery
silently unfolding.

Rojan Zét

Donna Hogan, friends

Friends
Watercolour by Donna Hogan

Donna Hogan, watercolours

Donna Hogan is on the road again. She loves the road and the road loves her back.

On the road again, it's great

Her continuing contributions to the Café site include:

• Out of Africa
• Home is where the heart is
• friends
• Lighthouse
• A Winter Skate
• Flower Basket

I don’t know if you were looking

poetry by Manuel Erickson

I don’t know if you were looking:

You’d put me in a carriage

and pushed it to St. Clair and Oakwood

Did you see me look up

at the lady wearing a beret

in the bright red-green-white Sweet Caporal ad

painted on the drugstore’s brick wall?

She sparkled in the sun and smiled

I giggled

I thought she was you

People appeared. They

leaned under the carriage hood, cooing

I smelled their smoke and heard your voice

Street cars clanged their bells at car drivers

I jiggled as you pushed the carriage

over cracks in the sidewalk

I felt warm and wet and it took a long time

to get home