Friday, October 2, 2009


Animal, this nakedness, the bark
rolled back
as a bear or dog would bare its teeth.

Whose limbs, red and gold as mango,
flare like lanterns
among the darker, creek-side trees.

Glowing above the charred writs
of root, they light
the wild iris in the muddy bottom.

They glow. They grow acrobatic,
offering their arms.
Shameless, they coil through the forests.

What is hidden inside us is suddenly
exposed to air.
The trunks gleam like a wound gleams.

-Melissa Kwasny