Bamboo Love

"Live without thought of dying for dying is not a truth."

- Catherine of Siena

summer bamboo | western north carolina | courtesy Emily

digital | slightly rendered

When it rains this way the bamboo shivers in the garden and the cat heads straight for the stove and the old man leans his body against a barn and stares.  

I dream I am among many people at a party; 

I am with a woman who glows crimson-orange from within.

Crooked bamboo leans on its sister and rests and waits while my body lays with the orange woman who does not speak.  

She hides behind me, moving away as I try to find her.

I wait and do not speak and think only of the color orange and the bamboo.  

Then the orange woman starts to sing psalms and I fall asleep.

Night comes early now and good rain washes the earth.  

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