[Happy Galentine’s Day to all my “broads” out there]
I’m a broad
with a broad back
I run with my kind.
Still legs thick tree trunks
ham hocks in motion
Voices singing loud and deep
A meditative moan
Broad like spreading thighs
In earthly pleasure
Where gardens grow
And secrets keep.
To crowns
Of metal
Or jewels
Or Forest Gatherings.
Hearts of fire burning
The home hearth
Or our enemies’ eyeballs.
Hands that are quick
And deliberate
Hewing stone
And wood.
Hair wild
like sweet grass
Smelling of sea salt
Wind back
The clock
Restart the day
Turn back
To the softness
Of morning.
Drinkers with Writing Problems 