your dose of poetry for today

I've rediscovered Lucille Clifton. I forgot I had her book and I forgot how much I liked her.

photograph

my grandsons
spinning in their joy

universe
keep them turning turning

black blurs against the window

of the world

for they are beautiful

and there is trouble coming

round and round and round

wishes for sons

i wish them cramps.

i wish them a strange town

and the last tampon.

i wish them no 7-11.

i wish them one week early

and wearing a white skirt.

i wish them one week late.

later i wish them hot flashes

and clots like you

wouldn't believe.  let the 

flashes come when they

meet someone special.

let the clots come

when they want to.

let them think they have accepted 

arrogance in the universe,

then bring them to gynecologists

not unlike themselves.