Poetry

“gentrification,” “toward home,” and “the finery of flowers”

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gentrification

                     (for Tina)

the better-off displace old families

leaving just a remnant behind

neighborhood changes fast

innovative foliage, bolstered lawns

porch, deck, people repaired and not

show it all happening at once

talk celebrates an old friend’s

scars from a journey’s bad wend

yield to a love just moved in

whose hand to face, to waist

and other glyphs of joy finally

open his closed-off life, make

his aged house, a new home

then there’s the girl, spared little

given much, until her beloved

took the offered cash, sold

their lavish place and hit the road

leaving her to drive drunk

off our street, then off a rock face

up north—young thing in her red

red mustang, flying amid seabirds

who dare fledglings to spread wings

glide, defy tumbling to a river below

and there’s even this tête-à-tête

about retirees moving where the sun

won’t set, leaving more properties

for sale—well, hate to disappoint—

but I know at least one who rests

dear dance for aging, whose face

a sunflower turned from sun

toward a stationary east

says the tawny owl’s last call

told her stay and see the change

prayed for, her grand-girls

flair like daisies on this block

grow fast as poplars

toward home...

                     (for Valerie)

fatalities fill weekly

nightly daily news

devastating drought

hurricanes tornadoes

sweeping homes

away with whole cities

and yet...

the peace that surpasses

for

broken families

continue to anchor

highway lamp posts

with signs letters posters

pointing their lost ones

home

couples wear out evenings

lying wake sorting how

to fix being uncoupled

wandering a lifetime

till they find a pathway

past impasse

brothers and sisters

stop signing till mute bodies

ask from turned cheeks

who’s to blame?

until the day they see

each fighter a victim

and forgive

like mourning doves

twilling shadows toward light

we learn about the might

suffering teaches

and know the reticulation

of goodness—

its nets hedging, wrapping us

till high winds from our fists

lax to zephyrs

flowing through calmed fingers

as if through daffodils

the finery of flowers

                     (for Siani)

sparrows given grace today

humbly give the same tomorrow

we’re helpers who lift

victims from bottom to care

comfort people searching

triumph over ill-time downs

acceptance of infinite ups

volunteers who aid folks

gathered like lilies round

the church’s east wall

waiting for a hand up

not a handout

after help fixes our troubles

acts of dignity come

as kindness in pay—

because we have been

we remember

sparrows neither toil nor spin

but in offering thanks

don the undeniable elegance

of beauty in the eye-popping

starbursts of dahlias

the timeless allure of exotic

orchids in bloom

vibrant rainbows of lazy daisies

pink snowfalls of cherry blossoms

which every resilient bird will

forward maintaining harmony

balance

About the Author

Olga Dugan

Olga Dugan is an educator and poet. Nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, her award-winning poems appear in many literary journals and anthologies including Litmosphere, Lived In, Reformed Journal, Spirit Fire Review, Inkwell (formerly Ekstasis), The Write Launch, Relief: A Journal of Art and Faith, The Windhover, ONE ART, Channel (Ireland), Sky Island Journal, Cathexis Northwest Press, The Agape Review, Grand Little Things, Kweli, The Sunlight Press, Ariel Chart, and Poems from Pandemia – An Anthology.