
Smudge of waxen light
wavers behind endless clouds;
her wet cough returns.
© Nancy Botta, 2019

Smudge of waxen light
wavers behind endless clouds;
her wet cough returns.
© Nancy Botta, 2019

An early snowfall
drains warmth from a flower pot;
cat curls up in bed.
© Nancy Botta, 2019

Lips curled;
there’s a painful point
of contention between you,
I,
and a heart full of expectations.
Head down;
I say I can try harder,
but your eyes roll sideways
and I find myself
slipping underfoot.
Open sneer;
you have sharp teeth
and a judgmental tongue,
but I labor under your intensity
and bear the weight of pursed lips.
Wilted frown;
this inadequacy is innate-
I can’t give more
than a mumbled apology
from a sad, sloping mouth.
© Nancy Botta, 2019

Black and white pigeon
struggles with her crooked wing;
windswept umbrella.
© Nancy Botta, 2019

Tempered glass towers
manufactured for the Gods;
rust covered shovel.
© Nancy Botta, 2019