C.J. Sage Poems
|7.||Peripetia, or Flowers for Everyone||3/9/2012|
|8.||San Simeon Hill Zebras||3/9/2012|
|9.||The Egret Floating||3/9/2012|
She was a coat of arms
seasoned for the job -- tough
and polished like tortoise shell.
When the women were tougher,
she'd tuck her advice-giving head
back against the executive chair,
let them try to fluff bent feathers,
watch them falling to their feet.
Then, her little turtle arms