Child of Earth, she wears an air of hyacinth
blue and chrysalid growth
Her agile fingers peeling back rhododendron
buds, giving thought and name to each layer
Meditative whirls of flesh and dirt collect
the dusky green and spark of pink
Aromatic in life and death, she sets them
asail on the glint of sky reflected ebb and flow
Her nails pin dandelion buds to her soft
flesh, smudging freckled constellations in golden homeward trails
Loose waves of hair, a birds nest of violets
and stray plumage, sets free a wind strummed auburn song along her shoulders
Spinning out of hours that bind her to a
strict code, she floats amongst the blades that welcome her with a gentle bed
The azalea glow pulsating in humming wing
breeze, adorning silver bellied clouds in petticoat geometry
Her lashes through sunlight cast a prismatic
haze, forcing peripheral blindness to the hand waving her a welcome to
childhood abandonment
The bliss of her ignorance
scattering in the cries of jays as she swipes the tears that find truth in the
false pregnant farewells of an adult world
E.A. O'Connell
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