Rose Malone
We’ll need to wear white burqas
To work the dream gardens.
We’ll cup our hands to funnel
Monsoons to the heart of our lives.
We’ll keep at bay the fierce aridity
Of thorns, the silent creep
Of feet on pale, deficient skin;
We’ll nourish the tender greenness
Of nascent shoots and undefended stems,
To keep our hands in touch
With the rich darkness of earth.
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