Savannah Oakes Poems

If I had ten more minutes
and my voice was not faint
nor my face so devoid
or my mind so blank,
...

Midnight on a winding street
air still as the grave
no danger lurking
no signs of wake
...

I took it all to heart,
each hasty smile and modest gesture,
each syllable of dispassionate word,
to a stage where even I was persuaded,
...

Flakes fell light against the black night,
she watched the flakes fall low
and crush beneath her heavy, wading feet.
With each step, she exhaled from her weary lips,
...