elementia
Growing Old
By Anne GoebelBorn into the place I despise.
Growing in the green,
not seeing what could be.
Suffocating siblings,
pets galore,
always wanting more.
Colorado was my safe place,
one mountain to the next.
Where the Heart Beats
By Betsy ChaPerhaps the first
Was the open sky
Infecting above the carpeted ground.
Books astray in an old wicker basket,
Just enough room for a girl to climb in.
Crayons drawing, thoughts wild; just
imagine at your fingertips
The World.