|Lily at 14
Lily lies on the earth more lightly than
open to the newness of this dawning day.
Her young breasts and thighs soften, they
over the lost angularity of her body.
Blood weaves a lullaby into her womb,
teaching her to dance with the moon,
to ebb and to flow with the seasons, with
A woman's hand cradles her head.
A woman's hand on her diaphragm
rises and falls with the rhythms of breath.
A woman's leg stretches luxuriously out from
but somewhere in her girlhood, a child's
tucks itself in under her knee, as if seeking
shelter within the woman she is becoming.
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Created on: 02/09/02
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