What She Wants

This entry is part 59 of 95 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2010-11


Nearly noon, but only a few
hours since I washed my face
upon rising. The day needs
to bloom harder, needs more
roundness— The swell of plucked
bandurria strings, the glisten
of corn chaff flying, soft
stripes of light dipped in saffron
wash; this thin milk passing for air
bursting instead with pollen,
as if some goddess had carelessly
flicked the dust off her sandals,
as if it were August, and all
she wants is the green-gold
mango hanging from the tree.

Luisa A. Igloria
02 11 2011

In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.

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