Gardens

GARDENS Odilia Rivera The porch is white a dark-skinned man wears a white suit I sneak into his backyard to eat yellow flowers; orange is not my color at five years old, the smell ofgreen cigars drew me to his garden and the grandfather clock chimes; I hear it Everywhere. Blond cinnamon-skinned boys walk by we wait on the porch for the mangos to ripen with red spots. [Meridians:feminism, race, transnationalism 2001, vol. 2, no. 1, p. 58]©2001 by Wesleyan University Press. All rights reserved. 58 ...