Clinging to the walls
Of the hot, dark cave,
We eat every sweet
That you might crave,
Turning the sugars
To acids that file
The rocky walls
Of your cragged smile.

© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

Mosses growing sporophytes to launch their spores
She built a sodden capsule
High above the din,
Relying on the sunshine
To shrink the rocket’s skin,
Squeezing all the contents
Until they must explode,
Sending all her babies
To find a new abode.

© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, 
all rights reserved