Mourning Desaru Ahead, the guide forages, trudges head down. We travel from that same sweltering outpost, take turns overtaking each other, tread steadfast on the trail that veers so purposefully to the right. Stoneless path. A ferry of weathered planks awaits our plodding cortège, threatens with heaving nods and bows on sea-swells of thick green. A storm of motion: packed palms, fronds dark as crocodiles; endless pineapple, crowns sweet and gold. Ratoons crook their offshoots as durian inhabits my nostrils, throat, clogs my pores, my sense of direction. My eyes, skin struggle to locate edges of the land, the sea, the hem of my skirt, the curve of my wrist. Black earth packs around my ankles. My toes root here.
Emptying at Twilight Mother loops into herself, fold upon fold hands no longer necessary. It is twilight and she whispers to me as I bend to hear i’m emptying gathering memories letting them go The sky softly fades. Her last breath comes later but not much as the sun billows above the horizon. Her head and thin body curve towards it. I see the sheets she so perfectly matched corner to corner end to end.
I Dress Up for the Circus come to me he motions let me twist your scarf it’s cold outside the sun seven nights gone purrs my husband tucking in my tails turns my body ‘round three times clucks as he takes my hand, leads me out to our tiny car later in the tent touching
Mikki Aronoff, a member of the NM State Poetry Society, has poems in House of Cards: Ekphrastic Poetry, Rolling Sixes Sestinas: an Anthology of Albuquerque Poets, Snapdragon: A Journal of Art & Healing, Bearing the Mask: Southwestern Persona Poems, The Lake, 3Elements Review, in the Love & Ensuing Madness Collection of Rat’s Ass Review, Silver Birch Press, EastLit, Legends & Monsters, Rise Up Review, and forthcoming in Trumped!. Retired, she finds herself dancing with words and pictures and is also involved in animal advocacy.