TWO WIVES' TALES WITHIN THE VEILED CITY

By Christy Lumm


Eternal winter is
A woman veiled in spring.


I asked the winds,
Please caress our arms
Deep in our abayas;
Release our buried souls
From winter hibernation.

I told the sun,
Bring our blood to a
Dark red boil. Run our veins
Like wild rapids,
And break our children loose,
Straining at our sides.

Meld our shrouded eyes
With the trees that blossom white,
With the world that bursts
Within us,
Without us.


II

We saw her,
Wild in the breeze,
Ahead along the curb,
So we whistled
Out the bus,
All ten of us,
Riding home after work.

Why not? Our wives
Wait at home,
But this temptress
Striding long-legged
In jeans and sweater,
Her hair blew too freely
In the blustery wind.





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