She
is an alien bound to a small planet
a foreign planet—
born too late and born too soon
A hippie, an anarchist, an illegitimate
late blooming instigator
a tail-end-baby-boomer
and generation-x misnomer
She is a water woman
a weaver of palms and
a bearer of colors and children
She is an alien bound to a shrinking planet
in her textiles and silver
A mother she is to
those on the fringe
She is her own sky
above her with shared
rivers that flow free
southwards toward
Summerland
She hears
the life in
each grass-weed’s whisper
and hums watery notes of anticipation
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