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Ronda Broatch __________________________________________________________
You descend the window ledge,
a flower on the wall,
star anise trailing
spiced mahogany stems.
You find
sanctuary in my book
and paper mess,
seek heat from the CPU,
water from our leaky washer.
I imagine
the sac you’ll weave,
tucked in some corner of the room.
You are the universe
giving birth to the spinning stars.
Sometimes
I am a spider in the bathtub
my many slipping limbs
finding no purchase in the slick
porcelain of a day.
Only then
do I forget to dust
remember not to sweep
too thoroughly, to gather life
in my fingers, lift it
quivering
to the open window.
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Ronda Broatch is the author of Some Other Eden (Finishing Line Press, 2005.)
Recent poems have, or will appear in Atlanta Review, Crab Creek, Diner, Calyx,
and Pebble Lake Review. Ronda is a Pushcart nominee, and the recipient of the
2005 Kay Snow Poetry Award. She has twice been a Soapstone resident, and
has been known to dance in church. |