Evelyn D. Pometto Poems

I was there,
in California,
the morning the mountain moved
and, for a while afterwards,
...

Once, we placed gods on mountain tops
Where, out of reach, they played their games
And hardly noticed us at all.
We should have left them there. But, no, we went and prayed them down
...

I'm lost to you, Mother,
somewhere in a thought you can't hold.
There must have been stories
you never told.
...