poems
your birthday in summer
your birthday comes in summer
when the moon is round and dusky and heavy
like an expectant mother of twins
the grasses have matured
the roses bloom a second time
on the day you were born
a thunderstorm drove black clouds before it
gem-throated hummingbirds sang flowers to climax
and the woman who claimed you as her own
whispered a welcome
into the seashell curve of your ear
