Shaggy Mane
Forest park gives different poses
Each day
Alongside her snake
The mirror of river
Her jewelry box of rubies and emeralds
Overflows
From her hands
To her Birch neck
To her Oak breast
She sparkles in the slant of sun as the gold leaves
Part
For the key of the curious wind
How many Maple dresses do her closets hold?
I come upon a deer
No more than an arm’s length away
Too small to be here this time of year
Without a mother
Hang on
Bends her neck back down to devour the morsels
Of the forest floor
With autumn all around her
A woman in her 30s with sticks of long hair
Wears a simple thin black dress
Revealing her knees
Crouches
To the ground and something she’s found
Points me to the few hours of a Shaggy Mane
It grows in the grass
Like a Jingdezhen blue porcelain cup from the Ming Dynasty
Travelled centuries and worlds
To here
This spot of dew and sun
And the spell of her withdrawn hands
How easily I fall in love
With a fellow refugee
Who doesn’t think she belongs to this world
The caress of my hand passes through her
The day becomes late
Each night this time of year
The stars share and shake
The dark
With ravines of a million migrating songbirds
Drawn home to the October moonlight
The tribulation
Unheard
Unseen.
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