June Stepansky


June Stepansky Poems

1. Thoughts During Morning Coffee 4/21/2013
2. Sleeping Sickness 4/21/2013
3. February 4/21/2013
4. Dietary Ruminations 4/21/2013
5. Wild Stallion Of Ten Summers 4/21/2013
6. The Final Conflict 4/21/2013
7. Alex 4/26/2013
8. Plantings 4/26/2013
9. Sensual Input 4/26/2013
10. Monday 4/26/2013
11. To A Child Playing The Harmonica On A Summer Day 4/26/2013
12. At The Symphony 4/26/2013
13. Graffiti 4/29/2013
14. Colors 4/29/2013
15. Operation 4/29/2013
16. At The Ocean 4/29/2013
17. Vigil For A Passionate Mockingbird 4/29/2013
18. Family Men 4/29/2013
19. The Casbah 4/5/2013
20. After The Earthquake 4/7/2013
21. Loving 4/7/2013
22. Exploration 4/7/2013
23. In Praise Of Lilacs 4/7/2013
24. Sea Change 4/7/2013
25. Tourist 4/7/2013
26. Karma 4/7/2013
27. At The Museum 4/13/2013
28. Dichotomy 4/14/2013
29. Green Things 4/14/2013
30. Poetry Reading 4/14/2013
31. Thanatos 4/20/2013
32. Afternoon Tea 4/20/2013
33. Contemplation 4/29/2013
34. Acceptable Risks 5/1/2013
35. Greece 5/1/2013
36. Heritage 4/21/2013
37. Moment In Time 5/1/2013
38. Etude 5/1/2013
39. Quest 5/1/2013
40. Gardenias 5/1/2013
Best Poem of June Stepansky

Sweet Sixteen

Sixteen is a good age,
if you’re dating someone handsome
with a nice car.
Someone who takes you
for pizza and Chinese food,
and teaches you the intricacies
of jitterbugging:
who walks with you
along a moonlit lakefront path
holding your small hand
in his larger one,
who kisses you and
makes you feel
loved and beautiful.

Even now so many years
after we followed
our separate destinies,
moments of remembrance
brush my memory and
I am sixteen again, and
he is seventeen and
very handsome.

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The Casbah

We round a corner
and look down a web of dark alleys.
On either side old stone buildings
stand as they have for centuries.
Nothing has changed!

We are well-fed tourists
looking for the exotic.

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