luminaria to guide

four liquid gallons (BT) strapped on my back
and a sprayer in my hand i pace the paths
of collards, kale, cabbage

_______

down at the maypole
we whittle tips from applewhips  (to stake ribbons to earth)
and unfurl the fabric-strip ribbons
how i can’t stop loving those saffron/clementine/purple-maroon colors
(how i want to eat them
to become them)

when finished
i lay inside
the cone/tent
sun shining down
wind rippling ribbons
_______

i’ve got an outfit i think you might like
[to wear for the mayday/(sandhills 40th anniversary) party]
stan says it’s on my bed

what feels like a profound inheritance:
hotpink/white striped (vertical) coveralls

how he says he used to wear them at men’s festival
(faerie wear
woven with story)
and everyone would tell him
he looked like their mother

how i accessorize:
glitter
sequins

_______

collard/kale start giveaway
i wheel the cart and offer them up
(custom wrap in little newspaper wanna-be-origami boats)

_______

post-dinner, pre-sweat
calls of ready or not here i come
front yard juniper as base
grownups running
kids join in
hiding spots include:
behind mica and darien conversating on rock road
up in the pine tree
under an overturned garden cart
inside the outdoor shower
i can’t imagine what i look like running in this
sail of a jumpsuit but it must be some kind of wonder
to behold (jacob in a dress that fits him better than it could me
in my dust)

_______

to life  –  one offering to the sweatlodge steam
to honoring it and seeing it i say
knowing that it couldn’t but hoping that it might
undo what i’ve seen in any photo of syrian air strikes

_______
moonstar sky
how i don’t really notice it
until emerging from the post-sweat coldwet of
the pond
following luminaria to guide me back
to the mighty fire tended by
the gentle and mighty joe

_______

from the worlds of water, loss and work:

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A boy collects water from a rock pool as women wash clothes on the outskirts of Panama City. Panamanians vote for a new president on 4 May, in what is being described as the closest contest in a generat
ion. – bbc, day in pictures

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An Afghan villager cries as she sits on top of a mud field in Argo district of Badakhshan province after a massive landslid buried a village. Rescuers searched in vain for survivors after a landslide buried Aab Bareek village, killing 350 people and leaving thousands of others feared dead amid warnings that more earth could sweep down the hillside.
– voice of america, day in photos

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Manuel Espinosa holds his 4-month-old son Edward, brought to him by his wife, as he takes a break from mining gold in La Pampa, located in the Madre de Dios region of Peru.
– voice of america, day in photos

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A villager salvages utensils from a burnt house after the area was set on fire in ethnic violence at Khagrabari village, in the northeastern Indian state of Assam.
– voice of america, day in photos

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