claudia scott - poem


unhinged

You bruise blue and stagger
into the falling tendrils of summer.
Why, my minute sister, dark
and translucent through the setting sun,
dance wild in liquid perfection.
Some secret song pours out 
and cracks the air like falling napalm
over stick villages and jungle growth.
My unhinged girl, when you leave 
your skin and dirt behind,
will you teach me to blossom?

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