July/August 2020

I am on patrol for orb The gold and bold one will go to me I search high and low on the go Driving through I check the dew flowers I rolled out far to find my dues No gold balls Seven days later I have full vision on For I have found it It feels salty Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York

Forget about me That’s the way it is supposed to be. Forget my soup Forget my delicious fruit loops. Forget my voice like an unearthly hum Going through walls to your ears. Real magic indeed Forget my talents, my art. Me. Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York

Can’t be believed Can’t be done If it was believed and it was done It would never be The ripples in the mirror fade away A person can see it inside but It’s not on the outside Can’t be believed Be done Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York