Day 10: NaPoWriMo...Threads

Still playing catchup...

Threads

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

              wind.