Woman of the Wind

November 27, 2018

A vision in a yellow sundress,

lips the color of red wine, curves you keep

for your own pleasure. You kneel at the altar

you made calling your ancestors by name.

You are flesh, marrow, bone and condition.

Lovers whispered to you in song

before they knew your face.


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