Hope in Dirt Floors
She studied the street to understand
Against the barbaric backdrop
That keeps its people kept,
The secrets that weigh above
The trees’ sway,
Native eyes searching
A quilt of patches
Brilliant around the edges.
She stood apart and
Needed to. The blanket was unraveling
And promise of better or
Heat would help that wound.
Mosquitoes and dirt floors,
Prayerful knees, soreness
That creeps up her back
Where she carries her babies.
Not standing around, no. No
Vision she, nor hope in dirt floors,
Nor brilliance around the edges.
Landscape, Skewed
With and from you
The raw air
Darkly in love
A perfect word
Female deities
Climb ivy to the sky
To evade compromise
Lights streak
The mist clatters
Through elegance
Warm white pictures
Make memories a valley
After cocktails, petals
Bend to their shadows.
All things seek the center
Of discourse
This mirror mine
A week’s chill
Embraces the touch
Of the phenomenal world.
2 comments:
Awesome! I think that will be a well received submit to the paper, Mom
Great work!!!!!
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