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POEM: sage, neem and wool

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.

Published in My poems NaPoWriMo Poetry

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