Map Of My Blood (A Sanguine Atlas)
Lost somewhere in the map of my blood
forming memories from farm landscapes -
The Upper Peninsula's
Apple orchards picked before frost's kiss,
Cotton fields' soft white
in the fading, insect-bit light of Arkansas,
Pecan trees shook empty
in the dusty broom sweep of West Texas
Florida's citrus handpicked
by weathered, worn hands of immigrants
- Fruits found in their labors somehow
informing the folds of a sanguine atlas
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