Jim Moore

Poem Without An Ending 

    Listening to acorns fall 

such a lovely sound

     I thought it was the whole poem

until I saw the girl in the paper

     with the mussed hair 

the bombed bus 

     no one bothering yet 

to close those two black eyes  

Jim Moore

ON THE DAY AFTER

The old woman who lives across the street

runs her vacuum

on the day after Christmas,

cleaning up after the silence

of the day before.

Two small geraniums in the window

lean into one another

like people whispering at a funeral:

signs of life.