Salmon Poetry

All that time, waiting to bloom

Bathed in orange water,

she blossoms from her mouth,

alstroemeria, orange rose,

bupleurum, orchid, lily.

They unfold slowly,

the buds open one

after another

in the silent music

of wonder. Her

palms became rocky.

Even they have broken

to glory in orange bloom.

Mother is garden,

life in stillness.

Kiss her lips,

light as the bee

searching for nectar.

Burst, woman.

Alright, the songs die,

but the color music

plays on. Play on.

She flowers her eyes.

I can’t remember

the shade if it’s not light.

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