YOU ARE OLD WOMAN NOW

 

Birdbath garden

You are brown as acorns.

Trees change beyond your door.

Trees bend beside your door.

You are old woman now.

 

Fat old cat sits in the garden

Below the tree and the hanging begonia.

You hear the wind as smooth as powder.

The cat never moves:  the cat is in visions.

 

Papayas, mangoes, aguacates

Are piled high in your center bowl.

You no longer wash them; you no longer taste.

Their rot is your calendar:

 

You are old woman now.

[From the Along the Gulf series]

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