Fifteen
bangs the screen door
drops off the porch, melts into air
parents folded from sight, pressing
hard against skin, everything pocket-thin
Eighty-four
watches the night-blooming
cereus slowly open, scolds dandelions, works fingers
under roots, holds onto earth, breathes
hard dark-secented air
© 2007 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Sterling silver, lampwork by Gail Kops of Beadles. Hand fabricated.
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