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Opal Palmer Adisa
ABRUPT
at the island
in the intersection
during a pause in the rain
he came at her
wearing white
she had not wanted
his lips last
night
but at the party the
moon
crawled up her arms
the bus stopped
to her right a
truck to the left
she don’t want
to know
him
out
in the light of day
she paused long
enough
then
turned away
POMMELO
the moon
might be
unreachable
but
laughter loitered
on every
face
if
there
was no flour
she
would
use dirt
there
would be bread
she
didn’t have to know
others
did and knowing
was
collective
generosity
was being
a glowing
planet daily
SONCOYA (annona)
something
about
being on
her knees
the
impossible possibility
of all
that it means
turning
over dirt
pulling
weeds
pruning
trees
planting
seeds
the
sedimentary familiar feel
of the compliant soil
on her
fingers
the brown
wet aroma
tomatoes
will sprout
stretching
sweetly crimson
as will
eggplants
short but
shinny mauve
elegant
sun-flowers
and
robust zinnias
the earth
unyielding
generosity
