songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

WINE

WINE FOR THE WOMEN WHO MAKE THE RAIN COME

Sometimes the forest was so thick you needed a machete  but

used your legs +feet   at 8   large blades beyond your reach   +what

you learned about fiercely kicking chaff from wheat  would stand you

in good stead  50 yrs. on    Beyond them hills lay the-rest-of-your-life

 

+from this vantage point a few things are clear   one day the ravine

will call you back   show you a new river     You will wave to the

never-were children  who live with the Giant  in his cabin   He made

their beds of barley rice   +everything emptying into white

 

The vine tatt snaking up your arm+onto cheek  a conversation piece  at

the home   Your brother predicts: they’ll think you’re insane   Tatt falling

away as bone turns to ash  +the last resident claps    With your winning

personality you made it seem easy   Your vine growing up from clenched fist

toward an eye   Unblinking  half-crazed  wanderlust daze

__

 

I, I love the colorful clothes she wears &

the way the sunlight plays upon her hair

I hear the sound of a gentle word  On the

wind that lifts her perfume through the air

Na, na, na  Do, do do do do  

( Good Vibrations  Brian Wilson & Mike Love)

 

 

 

Summer 2015

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