Roberta Beach Jacobson

USA

many

have imaginary friends

poets

have imaginary

rainbow dragonflies

 

the job

is hers if she accepts

she

hesitates as her true passion

is musical theatre

 

strawberries

from the garden

seeds

found hidden

on the outside

behind

alias, screen name

chop

who am I really she ponders

when asked for an autograph

 

against the odds

the first snowflakes fly

only

a 20 percent chance

a one-in-five win for me

 

rain puddle

we slip into the unfamiliar

a reservoir

within our minds labeled seniors only

one without an escape