Poems p.4

Rules for Divas
Divas should be larger than life,
No matter what their size,
Divas should have long hair,
Metaphorically speaking.
They should burn bright,
Like the red lights that surrender to them.
Divas possess deep anger,
Or passion, or intensity, in
Varying combinations.
Divas don’t chew bubble gum.
And when they sing,
Your heart stops.

— Published Snakeskin Ezine, Issue 52 (March 2000)

Walking the Crow
I shall take for a walk,
the two-footed crow.
And watch the fast clouds go by,
Ignore the curious stares,
Endure the barking dogs,

The sight disturbs what they know,
About crows,
The crow doesn’t mind,
He’ll peer at you as crows do,
One eye at a time.
If he likes you, he may tell you your fortune,
For you know that he knows.

He’s the crow, after all,
And performed feats of magic,
Like catching the sun,
And keeping the west wind blowing.

I don’t know how long he’ll be here,
And I’m not sure when he arrived.
But now we’re content,
to contemplate the other,
While we decide who is the teacher,
And who must be taught.

— Published as Rochelle Randel, Snakeskin Poetry Webzine, Issue 39 (February 1999)

Back Into Mexico
Eggs, bread, pears & peaches,
Like Weston I’ll feast on avocados,
Live life in black and white,
Take lovers, and mourn you,
Watch the Aztec sun,
And the Mayan moon.

— Published as Rochelle Randel, Sauce Box, Fall 1998 Beach Trees 2

Photos courtesy of Sheamus Clark

Kailau Beach, near the lifeguard station.

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