Casey FitzSimons
Turn on the porchlight
Turn on the porchlight.
Bring forth a tune to hum.
Imagine who will come.
Fetch a pen to write.
Sit in the kitchen mum.
Turn on the porchlight.
Pray it is tonight.
Curse the luck of some.
Wait for who will come.
You know how to incite
the circling moths to come:
Turn on the porchlight.
Forsake your love's delight.
To wretchedness succumb.
Despair of one to come.
Lace your girdle tight.
Let your womb grow numb.
Turn off the porchlight.
Yearn. No one will come.
Redbuds
They bloom before they leaf, the redbuds do.
Into tiny crimson flutes the sun
curls orphaned petals. Girls pinch them into
little moccasins in case the fairies
need new shoes, come visit on the stoop
for tardy-falling pyracantha berries.
Boys tramp the ebbing snow banks that the cars
slurry gray with exhaust and tire grit,
and pock their impish faces with red scars.
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| Candy Chang: Meant as a singular experiment, the Before I Die project gained global attention and thanks to passionate people around the world, over 500 Before I Die walls have been created in over 70 countries, including Kazakhstan, Iraq, Haiti, China, Ukraine, Portugal, Japan, Denmark, Argentina, and South Africa.
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