I dream of bamboo women:
by Gary Corseri
slender, arching reeds along the river bank,
swaying long, lean bodies
as yellow as the face of China.
During the monsoon,
bending at the waist,
they seem to break-
only to surprise the laughing sun.
They have survived ten thousand storms
in just this fashion.
They will survive ten thousand more.
A playful child,
fearful of tigers,
hides among their green and yellow dresses.
The warm waters cover him.
He drinks air through a woman's body.