the periwinkle buds sparkle
sprouting like popcorn or pimples
out dark womb
unfolding papery orange limbs
she shot out into arms that waited for
birth broke records of ancient
earthen tupperware, volcanic store
too valuable to treasure too
priceless to score.
Wind whispered memories like linoleum checkered floor and strawberry freckled apron, coriander, colanders, and calls on the curly pastel landline.
the sock she pulled off during her nap she never took
i remember how it protected her sole
until she decided
it was food.
rest it well, lost somewhere socks go
when they do.