Lorna Billanes Poems

In the half-light,
she steps out into the chill of dawn,
her shawl tight around her.
Slightly stooped and weighed down
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Funny how this taro leaf reminds me of a heart-
its shape, the veins that flow outward from the core.
A bit of fancy and it won't be hard
to find it pulsing lightly in my hands.
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In the garden, bamboos arch
to the slightest wind
and the sun hides its face.
The smell of the earth after the rain
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You've asked me how the spider weaves
Such fine-looking web
How it keeps itself safe in its net.
Plucked from its web, doesn't it plummet to its death?
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Sister, today I sit by the bench outside the house
where I used to wait for the long shadow of evening.
I remember you still as you were that final summer.
You were a bird in repose. In your eyes
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