Cross Word Jumble

By Mary Schoeff

Blue eyes and black beads,
Fair skin and skinned knees.
Brown eyes and red bows,
Dark hands and handled toes.

She waits for silence on the edge…
She waits for a voice on the line…
She waits for calmness all the time…
She waits for the waiting to —

Half moon and full gut,
Upstairs and down-put.
White windows and black keys,
Frosted flakes and 100 degrees.

She talks for attention —
She talks for attraction —
She talks to her mother —
She talks back to herself…

Floor is waxed,
Shoes want cleaning.
Soul is hidden,
No hidden meaning.
Heart is clogged,
Now, no lifeguard.

If you transcend,
Send us a postcard.