Monday, January 7, 2008

Fertile Ground: Selected Poetry Read

Burning the Water Hyacinth

We flame the river
to keep the boat paths open
your eyes eat my shadow
at the light line
completing each other's need
to yearn
to settle into hunger
a waning moon.

Plucking desire
from my palms
like the firehairs of a cactus
I know this appetite
the greed of a poet
or an empty woman
trying to touch
what matters.

from Our Dead Behind Us by Audre Lorde copyright 1986

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