Gurgling with recent rain
Her ocher flesh steams
Splitting seams
As she undoes a button or two
Her pregnant brush of belly
Broods, ruffling its clouds
Riddled by electric stalks
Telephone wires flee
Mountains wrap themselves
In shawls of white smoke.
Sophia Ali
This poem is appearing in the
Poetry Journal Premiere Generation Ink.
Volume 1 Number 2
