Beneath the Sun # 115 Claine Keily

She has wrung herself enough
given to days grey and humid
a crow whose insides even
are black
unable to gorge on
the fallen mangoes

Now far away
she swims in the
bluebottle waters
with friends
knowing she is loved

Only yesterday
alone
she sought to
shun herself
to stay in the grass
a she, flat and baffled
beneath the sun

Then she remembered
the thrill
found in the children
as she taught them
until they discovered
they could move like snakes
up electric poles