Prima Donna

The ballerina spins,
turns in the sparkling snow swirls.
the strong wind sweeps around
past her glassy eyes.
flakes whipping fast.
her skirt stubbornly motionless.
Crown atop her unmoving blond glory
not a twitch.
yet sill she rotates.
frozen arms and fake plastic smile.
nearly naked figure warm as the
surrounding water,
as the snow crystals settle
and her movement slows.
the music fades
and she waits again for
the excited child to turn the key.
June 1996

Insignificance

lowly am I
when i gaze to the sky
and falling stars are before me

how shall I care
for this burden I bear
while the rain soaks dampest right through me

small are my deeds
on which based are greed
and what I have written shears me free
June 1996