She steps into the dark swamp
where the long wait ends.The secret slippery package
drops to the weeds.She leans her long neck and tongues it
between breaths slack with exhaustionand after a while it rises and becomes a creature
like her, but much smaller.So now there are two. And they walk together
like a dream under the trees.In early June, at the edge of a field
thick with pink and yellow flowersI meet them.
I can only stare.She is the most beautiful woman
I have ever seen.Her child leaps among the flowers,
the blue of the sky falls over melike silk, the flowers burn, and I want
to live my life all over again, to begin again,to be utterly
wild.
where the long wait ends.The secret slippery package
drops to the weeds.She leans her long neck and tongues it
between breaths slack with exhaustionand after a while it rises and becomes a creature
like her, but much smaller.So now there are two. And they walk together
like a dream under the trees.In early June, at the edge of a field
thick with pink and yellow flowersI meet them.
I can only stare.She is the most beautiful woman
I have ever seen.Her child leaps among the flowers,
the blue of the sky falls over melike silk, the flowers burn, and I want
to live my life all over again, to begin again,to be utterly
wild.
