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The Perfume Tree

The Perfume Tree When I awoke the sun was turning the tree Into an angel, a celebration  of white edges The sun turned on my belly The wind blew a little warm sigh As if I cradled a happy child … Continue reading

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The Last Place

  The Last Place Had a gated door, a  flight of steps bounded by the forest Where thin lipped creatures crept along paths Undiscernible to the naked eye, ghosts walking Down alleyways rank with moss and drooping tongues Of ferns, … Continue reading

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Fruit

Fruit Entering another garden The air is different here, suffused With other scents, hot wrinkled fruit Wistful as old baboushkas A clogged pond full of bottlebrush weed The trees hang over like guests Waiting for the dessert… I am not part of … Continue reading

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The Smoke blew through the Stone

Love is not the word for it, we had a very deep close relationship which was indefinable; as deep as the forest which surrounded us. We had our own language which we mostly never bothered much to speak… forest tongue, … Continue reading

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The Grasses

The Grasses For Bart They dance like people inferring the hour that leaves us separate but  for now echoing the movement of the wind they occasionally touch seeds falling like honours at their feet.   Veronica Aldous 2016 All Right … Continue reading

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Lazy Cat and La Malinche

Lazy Cat and La Malinche La Malinche queen of conspirators, arches her back Flips in and out of being a cat, is sun on pebbles The dark shadow cupping her buttocks In two crisp indigo moons, she loves That grey … Continue reading

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Ember

  Ember Fans the sweat heat coming through the  ripped door Cracked feet dusty soled upon the beaten clay The wheat all bent in rows and swaying  as if reapers Worked in time together strung in lines, but only breeze Tickles all the feather … Continue reading

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