Repeat moves

We all have a little gender in us

Photo by Kumar Vivek on Unsplash

We all have a little gender in us,
straight razor necks and curtain dresses,
waltz our steps to a slow tune,
slow time,

like the kind that bends a tree
toward the sun
or drops a macadamia nut to the island,
grows all children

above the notches on the frame,
ages the door from its hinges
as flowers thirst and fade,
first from the edges.

We are the watchers,
there to count the folds and lines,
creases carefully arranged
with repeat moves,
to a place the next stretch takes us.

© Trapper Markelz 2021

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