The edges of her skirt are still
The brightest. The two of them.
The edge wrapping her uterus
Over the two horns of her hips
.......Wide, Stable, Circles......
where she sits. The folds of the
fabric, dress earth in its colors.
Oranges... embracing daughters.
Yellows.. run after one another.
Reds... the passionate pink blush.
The far edges of color
Wrapping and sweeping ,
The earth with her dress.