Selected Poems The Waiting GirlYou best believeI am fit as a dandelion,facing the dayin a crown of gold,my roots rough-hewn, knurled as a hand saw.And yet I wait,thrusting the frost,suckling the minutesuntil you see me.You placed your faith in a cloud of seedlings,not expecting this-this erect scatteringlike a thorned prayer feckless, yours.from the waiting girlMayThe silverbells have now let down their fine petals, those that swell and sugar the sip of tiger swallowtails.The pale fire of a wild azalea blazes erect in stippled sunlight and the bare limbs of trees have folded to leaveslustful and lime. It seems we are wrought for the churn of spring and we turn to waltz when it arrives. We, who like children, spread our hands wide.Published in the hollins criticand reprinted in memories of greenPassing You clutch a handkerchief like a fulvous leaf clinging to a limb, and I imagine that fragile linen must feel the pulse of all your life, the way you tap-danced on a chair while waiting for a pound cake to rise, the way you sung us up a stepladder to a farm-sink bath on those sunshine mountain evenings, the way you taught us to snap beans in the moonlight. We drifted to your hushed crooning, the low rumble of our rocking, but now I rock by your bedside,place a palm to your cheek, feel the warmth of your new life radiating from your body. Swaddled in a homemade quilt,you glow like you have crossed over, your face slack-peaceful as a child.Maybe you see what is out there, maybe you are skimming the tips of stars with your hemline, maybe you are dancing theCharleston on the wisp of a cloud.From the southern poetry anthology and reprinted in the WAITING girl