by Carol Schoen
Rotund bodies, spindly legs,
ungainly, unpretty,
steadfast in their assigned
roles; barely noticed,
solitary sentinels
or gathered in clusters
over tenement roofs.
Resolute,
water tanks refuse
to be ignored, know
they will always be tolerated,
unpitied, unloved,
children.
Carol Schoen: She wrote her first poems for Sarah White’s study group and has been chugging along happily ever since.