Sara's Prayer* Take me beyond all thought and word, where only beauty can be heard. Then silently, before Your throne, I'll dance, Dear Lord, for You alone. Claire* She dances like a flowing vine that has the most exquisite line drawn by the hand of the Divine on this most grateful heart of mine. *Sara & Claire are professional ballerinas and our adopted fairy granddaughters. A Haiku Reality seems to dance with the aurora on the edge of dreams. Laundry Day—2019 for Jared Pearman & Bruce Dale Wise I sit and wait here in the sun as brains are hanging on the line. A few more minutes, they'll be done. The frayed one on the left is mine. It's still a little dingy-grey, but nothing like it used to be. And once it's dry, I'm on my way— no need to press, it's wrinkle-free. Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.