Jennifer Juneau


Then It Came To Me - Poem by Jennifer Juneau

Even the sun was uncomfortable
the last time we picknicked by the lake,
stale wine and an aging cake
between us. I never realized what stable

meant until I saw a band of nuns
subtracting color from the day.
They had their math straight.
Sometimes I wish I had been one,

secure with something constant.
Often I'd miscalculate
the variables, promises you seemed to make
before saying, 'This isn't what I meant.'

My mistake. Trying to solve problems too thick
for formulas. A permanent failure at artithmetic.

(Yemassee Journal, Vol. XV, No.1, Fall 2007)


Comments about Then It Came To Me by Jennifer Juneau

  • Mark Nwagwu (4/8/2008 3:42:00 AM)


    a lovely poem - the nuns got their math right, subtracting colour from the day adding fragrance to their soul (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008



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