Indian Style

INDIAN STYLE

the porch, in front
near roses,
near metal milk crates
above colored slate
from Vermont – is where
she sits – Indian Style,
on top of pieces of
wood, warped, and
gray paint peeling

the porch near two
doors leading to
two families in a
city, on a corner lot
in a city filled with
children who played,
played – as she watched.
where she
smiled when a friend
walked by, a friend one
day –

sitting Indian Style
she smiled once more
when another friend walked
by – near hedges
lining the property,
her feet
touched cement, her head
looked straight ahead –

legs crossed Indian
style on the porch
where fingers picked
at pieces of wood
covered in gray paint,
a smile on her face
one stray tear rolled
down her face,
caught the edges of
her lip, where a
smile – remained

scooting over to the
right, toward the
metal milk box,
she opened the lid
and there – inside
where paper dolls
were stored inside,
she saw her friends
smile back.

Nancy Duci Denofio
2011(c) all rights reserved

Capsule in the Forest

Capsule in the Forest


A single tree
breathes in the
forest like
a benign tumor -

Bacteria wiped
out the mountain -
A fungus spread
from limb to limb
sparing one single tree.

A capsule,
for a new beginning,
the cordial for a forest.

Nancy Duci Denofio
(c)all rights reserved