for Anna
This moon is yours Anna.
Take a bow.
The rays of the moon are shining for you,
and you make them a little brighter tonight.
There will be five colors to the moon
before dawn
as you shift and flow through the sky.
You make your grand exit
on the full “super flower blood moon”
and complete eclipse.
You follow the fragrant path
of Spring blossoms
all the way home…
—Lorena Wolfman
Anna,
You were never one to trail blazes...
You were ablaze!
A blaze blazing with other blazes
Aflame! Aglow!
Kindling a blazing trail
for so many more to blaze,
blaze brighter than ever before!
—Lorena Wolfman
seeded from the deeps of the ocean of a faraway galaxy
she is a blossom
breathing in and breathing out
her faintly fragrant exhalation
is just enough
to complete the chemistry
that makes our earth home
and to spur forth the cycle of breathing everywhere...
—Lorena Wolfman
The fuchsia of so many Springseach one presentlaid down in the lines of my handsa geography of timewhile the white canvasslowly spreads
towards eternity.
—Lorena Wolfman
Heart.
My heart a leaf in autumn.Red, veined with joy.
—Lorena Wolfman
Foto: Fernando Mendoza Maldonado
Autobus del pueblo
Virgen en tránsito...
transitando por la tierra
por caminos invisibles
el chófer cegado por la luz
Santa María
madre de dios
sagrada entre todas
esencia femenina pura
puerta de entrada y de salida
medio de transmutación
consuela al papa-padre
arrepentido y apenado
aún incapaz de abrir los ojos...
¡cuantos años de la patriarquía!
¡cuantos años!
—Lorena Wolfman
¡Ay la Papaya!Carne anaranjada intensacomo escarlata disolviéndose en un mar de alegríasemillas anidadas en el ovario del universoesponjosa potencialidadestrella brillantellamado al jardín original¡trópico pululante!¡trópico de orígenes!¡Ay la Papaya!—Lorena Wolfman
