5 Responses to “bamboo”

  1. my mother carves
    a winding
    staircase into its
    husk, peels
    back each perfect
    layer, and extracts
    a tender shoot. when
    she finally breaks
    into them, the
    gentlest music
    skips between
    the nodes

  2. I don’t know which I like better, the photo or the poem…….. Thay fit one another like a glove.

  3. wow. this is a stand-out poem for you – lovely.
    – D

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