Two Poems


by Gregory Liffick


Weather

Doing a
rain dance
in a
bare
dirt field,
a clear
blue sky
laughing
at the
attempt.
The high
desert
is not
known
for its
wet kisses,
but for
its dry
sense of
humor.




Rooted

In the
shadow
of a
fence,
a stubborn
dandelion
grows.
Grass
around it,
without
much light,
has
given up
the ghost.
Surrender
is not
in the
makeup
of the
weed.








Gregory Liffick has been writing poetry for many years. He has had several poems published, as well as two chapbooks, Watershed and Earthbound. He works as a special education teacher during the day and sometimes as a professor at night. He is also an artist and a musician. He likes to be well-rounded.



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