FLOWER (ANJO)

      pink-fingered
        Star of David
before the drying onions
on the walk
                            to the station

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FOLDED IN YOUR LAP

And you will watch hands

                                     veined                  thick as the weft
                                                                        of cotton dyed
                                                        every olive
                                                             but the darkest

                                          folding napkins

                                          for hours

                                                before you know        they're still hers,
                                                                                   not mine.

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These poems are part of a longer project inspired by Lorca and my current home.