Ode to Frayed Lotto Ticket

Ode to Frayed Lotto Ticket

by Shannon Laws

Oh lotto ticket on my fridge
do you know the ways you inspire me
the dreams
the projects
the possibilities
opened in my mind if only once, just once
the two of us found agreement

I buy you knowing I’ll never win you
I buy you knowing your love will never be returned

Yet, I place you on my refrigerator door
and embrace the idea that to love and be loved
is all anyone ever wants

 

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Poem: Break

A stormy view of Bellingham Bay during a work break

Break

by Shannon P. Laws

 

Today the sea is rough

A short dark log bobs offshore

It makes little effort to head in

Against its indifference the waves

push it towards the rocky beach

 

Swallows divebomb my head

Mistaking my daydream for a

gnat or annoying mosquito

 

Weeds are allowed to mature

on this bank, no one tends them

To the tallest thistle, I remind you

once—when I was young and barefoot

you pricked me.  You were small

green and leafy, welcoming curious flesh

Now you are a proud purple war club

glorious crowns mark your victories 

 

The log is almost to shore

and my break is over

 

The door to outside