Some people offer up a ballad once in a life time.
For others it is a tango once a day.
We thought we saw a mouse, a black spot
running under the couch but the cat never caught it.
Some people lose the ability to sing even one note,
for others it is a continuous concert of trills.
We saw a light in the kitchen
but no one could account for its source.
Some people get fatigued and then get over it,
for others its a slope down hill.
We play the tune “How Deep Is The Ocean” on a day
in November with the brown leaves and the air warm and rising.
Some people are all energy, offer up a joyful noise.
Others can't summon a speck of dusk.
We thought we saw a hand that quivered,
but then the hand calmed and blessed us.
the lilac leaves
a young man insists
on justice, grieves
the homeless ones
he meets at
the train station
I listen impossible
to move on it
we hear about wars
pray for an end
to the violence
stark light at noon
cars shine in the heat
I grieve for the world
and getting older
listen to the young
for future decades
About the author:
Judy Katz-Levine is an internationally published poet who has authored two full-length collections - Ocarina (SARU) and When The Arms Of Our Dreams Embrace (SARU). Her most recent chapbook is When Performers Swim, The Dice Are Cast (Ahadada). Her poems have appeared recently in Blue Unicorn, Ibbetson St., and Salamander.