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
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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
songanddancegirl 