2017.08.24.
The Wild Girl
The wild girl came from the dawnaccompanied by birds, starfishes
and pebbles.
She brings an ink of magnolia
spilled
on faces.
Her hair, wet with
dew and
touched by moss,
cascades playing
with the wind.
The wild girl
carries fistfuls
of income,
shakes loose the foams.
She nourishes sloppy fishes and
reluctant parrots.
And there lies at a glance, in her laughter,
blade of steel and blackberry pulp.
Three Kings, it is time!
I offered up forests, meadows
and fields
to the wild girl:
she came from behind the dragonflies.