voice | poetry
Late night keys dangle in the wind
clouds move along the sky river
wind swirls low to pick up anything
not tied down, not held down
There goes her hat!
The thing that will keep her warm tonight
stomped by feet of shoppers, rejected as trash
her hat, made for one head.
Rain wets it. Street oil soaks it.
She crosses into traffic, leaps toward the gift knitted
a story just for her. Grandmother’s poem rings
as fingers reach for the flying thread
as long as a blood vein
by
-Shannon P. Laws
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Shannon Laws is an award-winning poet, performer, and advocate for the arts. She has been recognized with two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion. Her work has been featured in numerous journals and anthologies, and she has captivated audiences at esteemed literary events, including the Jack McCarthy Evergreen Invitational Slam, SpeakEasy, Poetry Night, Kitchen Sessions, and the West Coast Tagore Festival. Beyond her writing and performances, Shannon actively fosters literary and artistic communities. Since 2022, she has curated Corridor, a monthly “found-art” zine project that showcases the work of more than 50 contributing poets and artists. She is also the founder and host of Poetry Club, an engaging discussion group established in 2015. View more posts
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Thank you Susanissima!
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What a perfect poem for now! Just love it, Shannon!
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