Birds on the Edge of a City and 2 other poems
On urban fringes, deep time awakens resilient memory. An ecofeminist assertion of…
Read more →Chameleons still, young lemons bright. Fallen champas scent the path my bare soul gently treads.
Slugs, sunbirds
chameleons
(startled still)
young lemons
on a lemon tree
Dark Sal leaves,
Champas fallen
on the grass, with
them (bare foot
bare soul) me.