Women

Girls, maidens, women,
guardians of the human seeds.
Matrix of this world.

Mothers, grandmothers,
humus for the young seedlings.|
Force of the people.

Caregivers, teachers,
godmothers, healers, leaders!
Light for the dark night.

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Backstage, sub rosa,
in hush anonymity.
Fairy godmothers. 

In advising roles, 
they advance, strengthen the plot.
From behind the scenes.

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Monday, by the church,
at three the three will walk, talk.
Plan revolutions.

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Women’s yoga class. 
They share the task of leading,
open heartedly. 

They flex, bend, fold, reach.
Find their equilibrium.
Stand, sit, then lie down.                                

They stand strong, stretch, smile. 
Belly breathing, balance, bliss. 
Blessing: namaste.

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Women’s alliance.
They share joys, sorrows, learning 
the lessons of being.

They care for their souls.
They take care of each other. 
They care for it all.

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They stick together,
still, in silence, and they breathe.
Life in its essence.

The heart sisterhood.
They sit, talk, meditate, pray.
Learn, love, come what may.

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The Johns call her names.
Streetwalker, bitch, whore, and worse.
They think they know her.

She sings, plays with seeds, 
with yarn, paint, clay, recipes.
Ann is who she loves.