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After The Quake
Dedicated to the Haitian earthquake survivors

After the quake
We sweat,
Staring into nothingness.
Glare of mid-day sun,
Momentary blessing,
Blinding us from our piled chaos.

January shook us
September poured on us
We shivered
Newborns in laps, soaked backs
Bent over to shelter.
Adolescents cradled in wet arms.
Hell is this vast open space.

After the rain
We panicked
Daily fevers heated dark skin.
Coughs ravaged weak lungs.
Our waters are more impure.

Contamination from our dead.
Isolation of our dying population.

         Jerrice J. Baptiste


Offspring

They were quite special

Snuggling

Faces stroking each other

Mother cat and kitten.



Mothers have a way of knowing

                    When love is needed

Mending tender heartaches.



Revolutions in third world have a way of destabilizing mind.

Coup d'Čtat over many decades in Ayiti

Sons and daughters willing to die

Putting their lives on the line

Bloodshed some dead.

Human hearts grieve

Mothers don't know if they'll ever encounter offspring.

Their bodies and souls stretched out in coffins.


Cats have no worries they have nine lives.


         Jerrice J. Baptiste __

WITNESS

Witness to shreds of the immigrant's dream,
of her Greencard marriage to the rich American
and shamed return to China
Penniless
Childless
Husbandless
Remarriage to a poor Beijing painter, the dream continues
by living off the oblivious alimony of the blonde Californian Ex
Who, with his equally blonde fresh love,
cuts off the deceit
So they can afford to adopt a Chinese baby
and give her
The Immigrant's Dream.

         Deborah Medenbach__
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        WELCOMING CHANGE

        The flickering light
        of sun and dappled maple
        erase the certainty of your face.
        Speaking of short lives
        and unsaid truths;
        what seems solid becomes ephemeral
        Only your eyes,
        accustomed to staying
        steady in uneven lights,
        hold the moment
        like contained lakes
        welcoming change.

                Deborah Medenbach__