Osteospermum

What if just once you parted to the dark,

wearing pearls in your eyes,

letting your sex overflow in androgynous night,

lying back to catch in your opened cup

drops of starfire from Polaris?

Become flesh.

Stroke the possum under the rose.

Listen for the fox in the hedge.

Stir with the night wind that hides in the hydrangea.

–excerpt from “Osteospermum” in Jumping Off the Train by Donna Pucciani  (Orchard House Press 2007). First published in Spoon River Poetry Review, thereafter in The Other Side of Thunder by Donna Pucciani (Flarestack Publishers).

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