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A Fallow Blooming

July 29, 2008 2 comments

She gasps awake from dreams
of wildfires and deserts
to find the sheet scorched in her shape.
Hazy with heat, she staggers
towards a cool shower, closes dry eyes
and sighs as water spits and sizzles off her skin.

Drinking through pores she stands
through days and nights.
Steam clouds into mist, billows from
the window, spirals to suck in air
heavy with spore and seed.

Still, she drips and steams as lichen
grows on eyelids. Tendrils of creamy roots
twist between her toes and cluster under
sagging breasts. Creepers drape shoulders,
caress down her legs, insinuate
over floor and under doors.

New leaves unfurl, shine
with moisture; drip on buds
that swell, bloom and burst
to pollinate the laden air.
Hummingbirds blur to weave nests
from hair, jewel-bright frogs nestle
on mossy thighs and next-door’s errant macaw
preens on her shoulder, indifferent to posters
on telegraph poles and trees.

by Angela France

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Intertidal

July 5, 2008 Comments off

She tells me how it lives, quick and rich, between tides;
how its world shifts in swirls and sanded patterns on each waking.

How it scurries to take all that’s offered by each new land
exposed on the moon’s whim, washed in the sea’s run.

How it waits out high tides in a bubble bound with silk,
how each barnacle only has room for one.

by Angela France

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