Transplanting
Soil
a complexity of disintegration encouraging growth
your chemistry stains my fingers
composed of the same elements
we are kin
Mallow
strong roots
deep, thick in dense red clay
tugging is useless
it is I who am resisting
Bee
I attend your thrum
as shimmering intricate
wing movements blurr
to hold you bodily
steadily
in air.
Hear Polly read this poem at Writer House in Charlottesville, VA on May 31, 2011
www.writerhouse.org
