PoeticAged signs give us dates & names,
things to remember. Like how rough
hands toiled to construct a steel bridge
or how many decades have passed

since the war. I would like to make
a million signs for my life; markers
of time that say in this place I stood
& loved or wept. Here is where I
smiled at my son, or stroked colors
on a canvas.

Here is where my poetry hurt & maimed
& healed. Here is the sign that I was someone,
& no one, & everything.

~Heather Lenz

Poet, writer, artist, publisher, editor