5 haiku with trees and women
Under a green blura woman births an emptiness
from between her thighs.
Milling people like cows
unspotted--girl golden dreams
of firs on Ellis Island.
Branches shade a house
where her silent screams
turn mirrors into shards.
In black lace, rotten
with formaldehyde, a coffin
that was once a tree.
She gouges his back
bathed in sweat and semen,
under painted evergreens.
© 2006 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2006-10-12 at 09:53
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