Suddenly the sky breaks open with poems.
Magnolia trees laden with Spanish moss
spread rumors.
Rays of sunlight leave lines I had forgotten
were mine. I am deep in the mystery
like a blossoming chestnut tree.
I am too young to be ancient. Spreading
words and black lace like a war widow,
too tired to go home.
Anna Ruiz: I am not a third person though this is my third incarnation as a poet. However, there have been 26,683 incarnations of Anna. They’re all connected to my living breath–the one I have accepted as mine.
Painting, Willows at Sunset, by Vincent Van Gogh.
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