Paring



She’s stuck in a rut
-abaga moment, rooted
to this bluegreen sphere
by her own leafy fears.

She longs to be exotic:
bok choy, art
-un-choked,
tomatillo habañero heat,

onion skin peeled
down far enough
to remind her she’s got
…………………….wings.

 

 

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April PAD, day 5.

 

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6 Responses to Paring

  1. Love your ‘way with words!’

  2. Dusty Writes says:

    You’re too much–Good!

  3. LOVE the “rut — abaga” ! And art-un-chocked! And I love the suggestion that indeed she has her own wings and doesn’t have to rely on the outer definitions of exotic.

  4. Shawna says:

    “She’s stuck in a rut
    -abaga moment, rooted
    to this bluegreen sphere”

    So awesome.

    “She longs to be exotic:” … Exotic colon. That cracks me up. Exotic bok choy art. Love.

    This is a great poem. ::)

    Yes, I know she has four eyes.

  5. drnurit says:

    Yes, your way with words is unique, a true talent. I am so impressed — poem after poem.

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