Susan T. Rimkus |
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After the Rains Namibia, one month later,
the sand-gravel plains at Ganeb
are abloom
with Crotalaria,
sun-yolk devil's thorn,
the fragile
white of Xerophyta
viscosa, the one that can,
in extremis,
withstand
the dessication
of rainless years.
In Canada
water pools
along the camber of your spine,
curls under
caged ribs,
like rock rising
in undulating layers
of the Damara Sequence,
like ridges
on a Gemsbok horn,
like pristine mega-ripples
of sand
near Torra Bay.
When at last
you bend
under the wet weight
of the sky
I unfold
milk-white.
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