I write - Anita Holzberg

I write
like pearls are in the water
      pure white pearls
        swimming

      In the dreaming
        sheets of memory pass
             brilliant days in the sun
                on my mother's porch
                    on the tennis court
                         in a cool lake

                      In the dreaming
            I hold these truths

                      there is a better life
                    I can taste it
             I really can.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg