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 โChameleons 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.