Ann Holdreith
V2:E6 June 2000

CURVING

after Two Calla Lilies on Pink by Georgia O'Keefe

Two Calla Lilies on pink pink that never ends just falls like grace, like manna, like the moment of a swollen

berry falling to grass, this grass that is sweet and green beyond the hills, beyond your name or mine, can stiff yellow rods

stand apart but know the way I fall from your lips in pools of delicate rain, the sound of your mouth on my heart, this

silk wrapped in August rain, yes Calla Lilies pressing so tight their breath cannot escape petals curving only

one line, straight lines have lost, it is bending that curves in and out so sometimes we forget where you end, and I begin.

Location: Royal Oak, Michigan Occupation: Trainer/consultant, artist Email: aholdreith@aol.com Publications: Plainview Press, Wayne State University, Gravity Presses, Poetry Motel, Snakeskin, Gravity Webzine, Aether, Friction Magazine, etc. Awards: 1999 Pushcart Prize Nomination

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