Strip me of my flesh
plunge me
into the river
to soften my bones
so that you may bend me
through, around, and across
my brothers
and my sisters
without breaking.
All that so we
can help you carry
fruit, roots, and keepsakes
from place to place-
Do baskets still grow?
3 comments:
I never thought of how the pieces of basket feel before, it must hurt!
It sure does...now consider that the basket is the community we live in.
I like the first stanza - a lot.
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