Doorway framed
observing,
wondering about a
lifetime of
patterns
his snoring, her
gentle breathing
shaped like
spoons facing
each other
lying unmoving,
imagining if in
dreaming each
one tells the
other the one
feeling left
unsaid, to please
hold me until
I’m gone
© June 2011 Renee Espriu
                                              Matters not how the package
                                              arrived or how it was planted,
                                              amongst ramshackled cardboard
                                              walls or on linen sheets of a
                                              mansion, hope is within us
                                              Product of poverty, strife the
                                              result of rape and revulsion,
                                              bred of wealth and luxury but
                                              laced with perjury, existence
                                              loveless, hope is within us
                                             Matters not how the package
                                             arrived or how it was planted
                                             for leaders of others or those
                                             who build dreams from abundance
                                             all because hope is within us
                                             © June 2011 Renee Espriu
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