She sits in the corner by the window

and speaks

alligators, gila monsters, rattlesnakes, and piranha.

 

She shifts her gaze toward the sun and sings

butterflies, pelicans, scarab beetles, and bats.

 

She laughs and mountains rise.

She raises her arms in exultation

and oceans receive the caresses of rivers,

streams, and glaciers.

She sighs and thunder rolls

from the sunrise of her brow

to the sunset of her breast.

She invites us in, “Sit here”

and takes our hands in hers..

 

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