ISSUE II

36 SIENNA SOLSTICE
a storm rolled in the east;
i only came to warn you.
my lower belly stretched
of crops going on for
miles: red dirt lines
made from sweat.
Shelf Cloud: a caution
Jasmine Flowers
across the sky, cloaking
town as a dry welcome.
people strained to see
my dimpled white unfold.
i admired the gritty faces
& bodies. i traced grids
cotton bolls shook deep
in the fields & soft hairs
stood to greet my wind.
a cautious kiss boiled up
in my maw: an early gift
for those who watched.