Post 196: Hannah’s birthday, palmetto threads, cardinal

by Carol Bass

If I were in Croatia today

I would have missed the peeling threads
of palmetto leaves
weaving themselves in the breeze
looking like Hannah’s tangled hair,
after her nap

and the five wood storks
in the scrub oak
back behind Kenny’s shop

the baby cardinals so close to the porch
looking for seeds
same as young children trusting the old

the way that new lady’s sexy drawl
in yoga class
sounded like Jack Daniels smells

worlds in and out of worlds
Hannah when she was five
climbing Bald Mt.
face as red as her terry cloth shorts

a gentle North wind
cooling down the marshes
and my friend
leading me out of the trees