Andrea Potos

( Madison, Wisconsin )

from BFR, Spring Supplement 2002


Persephone in the Field

I never dreamed this field
contained anything but flowers, 
that the ground had a mouth, 
that a horned god 
could loiter beneath roots
of tall grasses, weeds, 
stalk me through the scope
of his greed, 
with a hunterís stone patience
he could watch my movements Ė wait
for the angles of my imbalance
as I leaned to pick my motherís lilies. 

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