Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Featured Selection: "Ice Pops" by Lidia Francese

Ice Pops
by Lidia Francese

My children breathe
through the excavated seconds
of a cargo hold.
Their skin whispers
moon light
stolen from the sun
with their solar panels.

Cardboard boxes are
the best gift you can give.
They are spaceships today,
tomorrow the astronauts.
I am waiting patiently
in the kitchen,
tile floor crackling beneath my feet.

When they remember Earth
I will be waiting--
the sunlight
arching in my smile.
Their tongues are blue
with the summer's
determination.