FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: CITY LIVING Send up to three poems on the subject of or just using either the words city and/or living totaling up to 150 lines in length in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on February 16th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: City Living will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, February 17th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

CLS Sandoval

High School Graduation

 

I used to think that graduation

was the end

until I learned that “commencement”

is a beginning

 

While a commencement ceremony

signifies the end of a chapter

in many ways

 

It more importantly marks

the opening

of what comes after

 

The future


For many, high school graduation

is the first of many commencements

 

June 6, 2023 in Richmond, Virginia

was the only commencement

for one 18-year-old graduate

and the last for his stepdad

 

The shooter snuffed them out

over some kind of rivalry

 

A witness commented that

they couldn’t get the futile CPR of the victims

out of their head

 

Candle snuffers put out a flame

    quickly

            effectively

                    efficiently

 

The difference between those candles

and the life of that high school graduate

is the graduate doesn’t have

a wick that can ever be relit by

            a Bic 

                    or a Zippo




Home is Where They Are


It’s her face

The slope of her nose

The purse of her lips

The sheen on her forehead

The clear blue of her eyes

My mother’s face is home


It’s his embrace

The curve of his shoulder

The bulk of his bicep

The slight squeeze as he pulls me tighter

The scratch of his scruff against my cheek

My husband’s embrace is home

 

It’s her presence

The side glance, eyebrows raised

The run away, then toward

The cartwheel in the living room

The request for just one more kiss before bed

My daughter’s presence is home




The First Day of Spring


Disney movies had me convinced that the first day of spring was full of slightly filtered sunlight, tiny white, purple, and yellow flowers, tall grass, and large shade trees. Growing up in San Diego, the first day of spring was primarily a marine layer, perhaps a bit of a drizzle, and not much change to any foliage. Living in Muncie, Indiana for a couple of years showed me that the first day of spring can be a snow storm, an ice storm, or a sunny day, but certainly very little warmth.  Baton Rouge, Louisiana for three years demonstrated that the first day of spring was humidity and flash floods—plenty of mosquitos.  Many years in Los Angeles has varied the first day of spring between record rain, scorching sun, and any combination of all other kinds of the first day of spring.


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