Poetry Porch: Poetry

 

Spring
By Cammy Thomas
 

He said to his wife:
             Where can we find our girl
                           with green eyes and dark hair?
He said to his wife:
             Take me, take me
                           to that last desert hill —
and letís find
             a snake and a scorpion
                           for our girl
to wear in a gold headdress,
             to twist on her olive arms
                           a flash of yellow and red.
He said to his wife:
             When can we bring her back
                           from the spring
of frozen water
             where fish shatter like ice
                           in the cold sun,
holy fish whose molecules slide
             in the wind godís arms
                           over the world?
He said to his wife:
             Weíve breathed in
                           their feathery fins,
can feel them inside us,
             starting their long trip back
                           underground.


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