Monday, April 16, 2018
Day 10: NaPoWriMo...Threads
Still playing catchup...
In the street, laying on a wool blanket
out pours jasmine tangled with marigold;
the street seller lounges and smokes his pipe.
A boy begs in the monsoon rain, his shirt
torn, his mouth tired; his lips hold guava
a memory of his mother’s sweet milk.
Silk wraps women into their own smooth skin,
their bindis pools of vermillion,
bangles move music into their bodies.
A woman mixes water and wheat grass,
soaks their threads, forms patties, dries them on
rocks, then chews and eats; her body a blade
a sharp knife in the