sage, neem and wool
the bundle of sage in our shower
is blooming
it smells like the Sonora Desert
home to so many walks
in the hair-dryer-in-the-face heat of summer
in the silky-aired warmth of winter
that smell is memory:
two decades
of expectations
bends in the road
slow erosion
on the window sill is a bar of neem tulsi soap from India
it, too, is fading
translucent
nothing to pin
one’s hopes on
the tree outside our window is on fire
we sit in the breeze
listen to the sirens
the snuffle of dogs
in the courtyard below
you knit a sweater
I knit these words into
something to wrap
around my shoulders
17 April 2012
Brooklyn NY
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It’s National Poetry Writing Month! A poem a day, each day in April.
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