For Earth Month, from What Kind of Seed Am I? (Wind Eagle Press)
Women have no wilderness in them
Stay behind beige curtains crocheting
charity scarves
Tame their back yards
Hack back the climbing roses
Plant varieties without
thorns.
I must not then be a woman
Never having knit or sewn or
spun
Letting my one quarter acre go to the owls who periodically
nest
Twenty years of Christmas firs
The unchastened coyote who taunts the dogs.
