Poetry Month Poems – Lady’s #25
Ablation
we’re like a glacier leaving a trail
in our hurtling maneuverings for convenience
whatever’s needed’s forced import like
for inhabitants of Alaska
Tattered matters dash past, the handle
let loose on a neighborhood, some
future land bank
Unleash summer’s moist green season
Dip us in fat softness of renewal
Think, just going down the freeway
past the rubbery clusters of chicory
Queen Anne’s lace, secret feet of
animals living quietly
on sacred soil
~ Lady