Ocopocopo
You bloom fragile pink
out of concrete red earth
Your frilly fringe
so easily bruised
You cannot be picked
You must remain, die
where you were born
Unspeakable
Speaking of you
longing to say what cannot be
Gathering from the thick bubbling pirrão
pulling from the bleating goats
chickens darting under mothers’ wing.
Ripping from the mourning dove
falling into the ravine next to the olohengo tree.
Hiding under the rocks of Elundi
cascading down the path to Catoto
spilling into dust, awkwardly
The unspeakable
Copyright notice: the preceeding is original work copyrighted 2011 by Carolyn Parsons, all rights reserved
