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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4466 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Author Unknown Petal, petal, pink petal. Crab tree has shed her tears and earth opens her small hands to cover eyes and all the branches weep. My daughters are taught to be still, watch between green for a second, the one second when all the flowers fall. We are leaf, green, pink petal, shapes between woman and girl. We are in this moment enough. I am consumed by the gender of things; moon and night. Her white belly resting on the dark of his spine, how she turns in this love for him becomes nothing more than a white line. My children want to know what is too much beauty, pain. I take them under a tree where all scarlet has turned to pink. We open our mouths and wait for wind to carry petals down. When it is too much, I say you begin to choke. |
