Poetry pamphlets find us alive in sea gardens
enjoining hermetic nights’ definitions
caught by histories and herstories.

Interesting times of confessions, monologues
between rivers of voices’ revolutions —
books, bridges, home planet news.

Lilith’s friends: where are those women now?
Bittersweet legacy, anything you don’t see
on the dusty old road to Damascus.

. . . . .

Susan Powers Bourne
Found poetry sourced from
Women.Poets.Pennsylvania