photo: ralph murre
by
Anjie Kokan
Here
are the breeze, the dust, the honey,
the
mudprints of children, this home.
Listen
to the painted songs of the monarch princess,
join
in the chase of the high-pitched prince.
Viva
the chaos of this swarming place!
Viva
the five a.m. trembles of trains!
Viva
the mortgage eight months late!
Viva! Viva!
Viva!
A
bouquet of pears from friends
helps
light this rush and what floods it,
brightens
the path of what's blooming:
tulips,
lilacs, scrapes, and hugs.
The
slight sting of bees swims through us,
this
happy, happy blood.
~
originally published in Bellowing Ark
