Surrender

13-surrender

At eight
spring
knocked
me out
bowled me
over gob-
smacked
me   every
tree—redbud
cherry, plum
pear
—a shock
of color
a blast
of scent
lifting
me
up
At sixteen
I lay with
a boy
naked
in my
mother’s
bed   gold
filtering
through half-
closed blinds
no need for
sex, every-
thing said
in a look
a hunger
an in-
drawn
breath
At sixty-
four I
climb
a green
over-
look
throw
myself
down
under a
wanton
magnolia
wake
all
night
stunned
by
stars

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