5.1.11

Kooser

Alone by a
window or a door,
driving in a car,
sitting in a house
or when conversation
suddenly stops,
I am pulled close to
a fierce, hungry sunset,

I, a wild, lavender
weed of a woman,
push out of cement
cracks, leaves, stems,
sticky blooms radiating
city landscape,
lovely sky.


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