DAWN MACDONALD

Courtship of Land and Sky

He made our home of flour and salt

I put ash on my forehead to clarify the skin

He skinned yams for the pan

I cropped my shirt to see out my stomach’s eye

He seeded the beds

I lay down
He covered me
I hummed
He hummed

Neither of us knew the words

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