Friday, July 31, 2009


As the moon rose last night
I stood with three other women
in a field that is becoming a garden.

The choice each day of where to be-
hollyhocks bend like lucky fishing poles
& my daughter sings to the cabbage.
Ready for your next life, you curl
and slow inside me-the heat shifts
to cool nights, to palest skies.

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