The ingenuity of poverty
Gives us love for our empty bellies.
This garden of ghosts blooming off the bedrock.
Panchmamita has a galaxy of names for her
Orchid,River, Granite, Cactus.
Sprouts and Wilts.
The night secretly flaunts it's abundance.
The embellished darkness.
The dawn crawls, a melancholy lover turning to depart.