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Red, Red Bra -- Hal Sirowitz

(Poem #234)Red, Red Bra
 I bought a red bra, she said.
 I knew you'd like it.
 The only problem was I didn't
 have a red blouse to wear with it.
 I bought that & red pants
 & shoes, so it wouldn't stand out
 so much. I also thought of getting
 red panties. But I said to hell with that.
 I'm not going to worry if one small part 
 of the outfit doesn't match. And who's 
 going to see my underwear? Just you.
 What do you know about fashion? Nothing.
-- Hal Sirowitz

Sometimes -- Sheenagh Pugh

(Poem #233)Sometimes
 Sometimes things don't go, after all,
 from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
 faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.
 Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

 A people sometimes will step back from war,
 elect an honest man, decide they care
 enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
 Some men become what they were born for.

 Sometimes our best intentions do not go
 amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
 The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
 that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.
-- Sheenagh Pugh