Fears

In the words of Lucille Clifton

there is a girl inside
she is randy as a wolf
she will not walk away
and leave these bones
to an old woman.

She is a green tree
in a forest of kindling
she is a green girl
in a used poet.

She has waited
patient as a nun
for the second coming
when she can break through gray hairs into blossom.

And her lovers will harvest honey and thyme
and the woods will be wild
with the damn wonder of it.