{"id":1532,"date":"2012-04-13T17:31:04","date_gmt":"2012-04-13T17:31:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1532"},"modified":"2012-04-14T17:16:36","modified_gmt":"2012-04-14T17:16:36","slug":"geraldine-green-0412","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/geraldine-green-0412\/","title":{"rendered":"Geraldine Green, 04\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"

THE HOLY WOMAN OF THE ARIZONA\u00a0 DESERT<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

bends time with her teeth
\nunpicks cactus\u00a0 flowers
\nuses their spines to sew
\nher songs to the desert.
\nhears\u00a0 conversations among coyotes
\nsits in the fire pits all night long shaking
\nsand from her intimate oasis
\nthe holy woman broods on god
\ntells him\u00a0 that his ideas don’t work
\nhis ideas all to pot his ideas just no
\ngood any\u00a0 more! what this earth needs
\nshe says is a night of fallen pomegranates
\nit\u00a0 needs new ponies needs food for pilgrims
\nshe sits and muses by her adobe\u00a0 hut
\nthis <\/span>arizona<\/span> woman
\nthis\u00a0 desert holy woman
\narizona<\/span><\/span> the holy desert\u00a0 is woman
\narizona hot and holy in silence
\n<\/span><\/span>sits woman
\nin the desert
\nin the song
\nshe is desert
\nin arizona<\/span><\/span>
\nher dance\u00a0 moves mountains
\ndevils pitchfork
\nthemselves into her lap
\nshe sits by\u00a0 her fire pit
\nsewing leaves for her wedding
\nto the mountain lion
\ncactus\u00a0 spines know her <\/span><\/span>
\nher hands\u00a0 shape themselves into birds
\nbetween her fingers sits the desert’s hymn<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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