Angel

only ship in the harbor,
were I able, I’d pick it up,
offer it to her for her kindness

light in her heart, light in her eyes

who do I give what though
for making her lovely, priceless
for allowing us to meet


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
7:02 p.m. 27/april/07


Spitting Straight Pins

dream them up

in the nick of time wake up,
get up, leave them behind
in a fix, in a mess, in a net

all the monsters you could think up,
dream up, dream of

unable to haunt you after that,
after all

no threat at all when they’re in a net
and you’re awake and gone


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
6/may/07 12:23 p.m.