Hibiscus in dilute darkness


In the village of our beginning the hibiscus first bloomed in a dilute darkness. It was black to shape. There were bananas whose elephant feet touched snakes of water from the well’s rim. The bananas carried heavy loads of ripeness. They bent of their old age fruit. They knew death lay at fruits end. So they bent of sorrow.

In the balcony of our winter the hibiscus blooms real red and its anthers blend in fear.

In  our beginning village,  our houses had gorges between neighbours for shame to pass. Our women carried cloth bundles of shame through them to the backyard well where they would wash our shame.

Mercifully  now there are no cloth bundles with maps of our shame.

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