I am silver-side up aspens in the wind.
soul for clothing,
a body dependent on spirit for nourishment
I have, at forty,
moved into my body -
thought, breath, and cell, vision.
No longer falsely separated as prescribed
by common rules.
I am walking around inside my days,
carrying bushels of peaches for ballast.
Wash over me - like late August evening sun -
My fruit quickens,
I am swelled to bursting with sugary juices,
Waiting for your tongue.
is a mother and a teacher at Yakima Valley OIC. She works with dislocated workers
and people in the process of changing their lives.
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