Migration
       

Summer leaves for South America
taking heat and hummingbirds
and the last good tomato.

I asked for inevitable changes
because I wanted gratification and because
the lavender plant would not grow—

the whole damn garden
was a failure. I would like to go south
to look for green violetears

and where my ruby throat
is wintering.
The day I left for Argentina,

moonlight found its way
into the airport,
and I became a lake.

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Copyright © 2014 Jasmine V. Bailey All rights reserved
from Alexandria
Carnegie Mellon University Press
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