Gardens of Earth

by Erica Waters

Words of ownership
remain unspoken,
so they notice

mushrooms, turtle shells,
lily pads, and daisies
mimic full moons.

They trace nipples
like cranberries
adorned on each chest

above navels
where fingertip pressed
as if into mud.

Serpentine stem
funneling up from shape
like palms cupped to drink—

they see the circle
in crown of apple.

 

 

Poems by Erica Waters appear in journals like Weber: The Contemporary West, Camas, CALYX, and The Fiddlehead International. Massage therapist, gardener, and mother of one, Waters breathes in our shared sky in Northern Colorado on the eastern plains of the Rocky Mountains.

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