Poetry Appearing in Poetry In Motion® Portland

Joy

Donna Henderson

I was so hungry!
& my hunger longed for the bite-sized Joy
in my pocket, its luscious
crush in my teeth,
almond soul from the brown glaze
sweetly releasing.
But my plans! – To hike the length of the Spit,
then have my Joy when I've earned it
But my Joy wouldn't let me
loose from the lot unpartaken.
Whispered, my hunger,
          Have it now, let it sustain you.
Joy's not the end, Joy's
the way.
 
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"Joy" from Transparent Woman, Howlet Press. Copyright © 1996.
Reprinted by permission of the author.

 

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