An inaugural poem

So. I hope you will forgive my self-indulgence. I am posting some of my own poetry on this blog and happily submitting them to your scrutiny. My motivation to write thrives on positive feedback, and the only way I improve is from constructive criticism. From my drive up to the midwest:

Meditation On A Horse By The Freeway

Sigh.

Sometimes I worry

for cassette tapes. Just ten years old

and already they're

layering a cemetery

in a box in my

walk in closet--Amy Grant (in

leopard jacket with shoulder pads)

dancing on the grave

of her 90's hits cassette tape.

But,

Now I see a horse:

White against yellow-green, grazing

beside a Texas

freeway and I cease to worry.

Dingy, but tethered,

it's well taken care even as we

zoom past in its tech-

nological grandchildren.

I bet

Someone in Texas

will be listening to Amy

Grant's shoulder-padded tunes long past

the carving of my

tombstone. At which point, I will lay

all my techno-

logical worries to rest.

-Eileen