she drew--

[Terri]

she drew—

she made a filthy old woman
stop her boozing
she drew her a worm

its beautiful line had no need
to know one end from the other
and in love would lubricate
all along its lovely
length

baby boy withered
day by day
she sat him in the sun
drew him how
a flower grows

for her father
she went back home
didn’t even wake him
left a picture of a sandal

he closed his house and
never looked back

(it smacks of the black arts
or dandelions

how they slip in
through the cracks)

she drew lions and leaflets
and lepers and loss

kept right on going
south-south-east
til she hit the ocean

drew down the sun for
a fish out of water

he kissed her throat
and swam away

to the equator and
drew for the
cousins without voices
pictures
of themselves

they needed nothing else

drew sleep over a madman
so he had
somewhere nice to go

she drew
speed for a snail

a highway for
a motorcycle

she drew
ants without plans

she drew
a contagion of happiness

she drew light
my god how
she drew light

[westcoast]

Terri, an amazing poem. Full of courage and hope and creative healing. I love it

~westie

[Lightning Rod]

very compelling drawing, terri

[judih]

gorgeous work

[Doreen Peri]

stunning poetry, Terri!

Thank you for this!