by Josie
Self-reliance is the wind
coming through the prayer flags
whistling like a pair of overalls
on a hot autumn’s day.
The gravy’s cooling
and the counter is clean
and strong as the willow
that boy doesn’t bow.
The front door opens
so soft and sweeping
his lover comes home
her arms full of rain —
& the wind loses interest
in all that pure self-reliance
