issue 35 > poetry > branco

In warm, slow afternoons
with a touch of jasmine in the air
Rosinha de Valenca and Maria Bethania

Spring time bursts its seams.
Girls water flowers
the buttons of their blouses slipping free
those budding roses and fuchsia
trembling red from pierced ears.

There is something unknown in the scent
of all flowers, the flower of the hand,
breasts smothered in jasmine






Also by Rosa Alice Branco and Alexis Levitin:

She came from the hills with a basket on her head