As the seeds she
spilled sprang up closer to home,
it would seem as if the magical woman, the Great Mother and
Mistress of Animals, was now becoming the Mistress of Plants. Ceres,
the goddess of wheat,
was about to make her appearance...
stains my jacket a deeper green. Opening
an umbrella, I
a cold drizzle.
the street the entrance to a building is guarded by high-relief sculptures
she who can kick without planting a foot, hangs suspended, stone-still.
her heart, her excited celebrants
she looks down, amused, swaying imperceptibly...