National Poetry Month 2020 Day 25: “Don’t Worry if Your Job Is Small” & “Blood Donor”

Don’t Worry if Your Job Is Small

Anonymous

Don’t worry if your job is small,

And your rewards are few.

Remember that the mighty oak,

Was once a nut like you. 

And speaking of being a nut, here’s a close call I survived as a motorcyclist back in, what, 2013? Car drivers do not always look for motorcyclists and bicyclists like they should. 

Blood Donor

by Blythe Stephens

Did you Donate Blood?

Yes

To Beretania Street

Suddenly intimately familiar

With the contours of asphalt

In a slow-motion slither

That lady didn’t see me

As she turned right 

From Punahou

There under the huge banyan trees

That thick smell in the air

Fresh from a rain shower

Good on me

Not running right into her

But sliding across the street nonelethess

Motorcycling in nothing 

but a helmet, boots, 

hoody and leggings

I wasn’t going far!

Saved by reflexes

And at least one guardian angel