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African Thorn TreeDo you remember that little gardenSomeplace seemingly ordinary On the garden tour of Venice Beach? There were African thorn trees, A kind of acacia Covered in protuberances Like the many-breasted Diana of Ephesis. What's going on here? you said We sensed some kind of spiral In the garden path Design in the placement of garden chairs Wrought iron table As if expecting A green girl, a god with horns. Years later, suddenly seeing One of those trees in a bourgeois Florida garden I can't remember If it was real, or just The suggestible power You've had over me Since we were girls together, The suggestion that something might happen Just because you were there. |
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Issue #26, April, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.