issue 24 > poetry > cabral

On the sidewalk, silk-cotton trees
undo the spring.

In the garbage pistils mix
with grizzled fallen hairs.

I wither beneath the rains
murdered by the moon.

And yet, faith reigns in me:
I will be born into another garden.

I will clothe myself in other colors
in another form of being.






Also by Astrid Cabral:

Ephemeral
Waiting Room
Sign or Prop
Bones or Stars
The Last Moment
Hills and Mushrooms