Sunday, October 11, 1981

4 short poems from photos

THE WAY OF THE MOUNTAIN

Bent double from the weight,
my chin brushing the red velvet blouse,
I am staring at my cracked toes.
Splay footed sure mountain feet
to carry wood back to the yurt.
The band around my forehead
carries the weight away from my shoulders.
I think of my small dowry.
Perhaps the ferns won't mind my poverty.
Everyone in this village is poor
It is the way of the mountain.

10/1981


Thumb,
forgive the hammer
that came down so suddenly.
It was meant for another kind of nail.

10/11/1981


Iguanas

Marine iguanas everywhere
black scaly skin
dragon's manes
yellow slit eyes
tail flagellates in the sea
when they swim
iguana bodies all over
standing upon each other's heads
a lone crab scuttle across their surface.

10/11/1981


The rugged black edges
gaping holes
torn rents
shredded
my heart consumes itself
in its infant hatred
from loving you too much.

10/11/1981
added 10/16

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