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SKUNK CABBAGE for Andrew Finally, today, I found some In the boggy margins of the creek, Green caps belling upwards Into the spring profusions, The sopping ground around them Littered with last year’s debris. When your water broke, that second Time, flooding the bedroom floor, You were already into labor, Pelvis fissuring, the deep cleft Of your body unfurling its clamped Rhythmic spasms. There too I could feel the planet gathering Beneath my feet, the way The deaf feel music in their bones. Such flexed, slow florescence! All through the delivery You gasped and splayed, opening For that blood-covered bulb. This February I looked for them 38 Melting their slender chimneys Where the sun’s granular dazzle Lit the remaining banks of snow. I dreamt of them as storm clouds Massing warm spring rains our way. And of that lotus of a body Lifted above its waters, umbilical Flashing like a long, wild root. 39 ...

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