Sunday, December 4, 2016

Maize Series (1-11)

Multicoloured Maize

I can work for dimes,
I am as swift as a centaur
with a bow; I can read the skies—
I know when it will rain or snow.

Blue Maize

I will ride through the streets
before dawn,
and drop newspapers before people awake,
at their oblique doors.

Maple Tree Angel

I lift the curse over you
of blistered feet and bruised shins,
of the tiredness that makes women fall
down in a dead faint.