Milagro
She stood before
a full-length mirror
let fall the colors
of her nakedness
split a pomegranate
with her thumbs
and saw things
a chain of actions
that would eat away time
what will happen to me
she asks the forest
adorning branches
with small charms
hands of daughters
of silver and tin
one had slipped
and lies glinting
in the fertile soil
happy birthday
cries the wind
carrying it away
I dig for worms
any sign of life
the sun outlined
in red crayon
a child drawing
perfectly wrought
close at hand
the rustle of wide skirts
and the smell
of warm bread
makes me drowsy
tonight I will dream
of a view of Florence
from the eighth hill
I saw things I say
closing my eyes
I saw Giotto draw
a perfect circle
with red chalk
I saw a lamb frolic and falter
and blood from its slit belly
covered everything
December 30, 2023
Thank you for reading the poem. I never analyze my poems I just write them. No one has yet read it. Wishing everyone a good day. I will write again from on the road.
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