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Amazonian Visions
Alicia Morrison
The sky has faded to indigo
and each birds’ eye matches
as they scan for prey,
I climb the hill and let
my hands hang by my sides
swinging with the slight breeze
an old tune stuck in my mind
and I make up new words,
There are no trees in sight
only tall slim girls holding hands,
their legs like branches,
faces painted with tribal markings,
their mouths drawn too large,
their smiles melting beneath the sun,
dripping down, bleeding into their
skin as they sing.
if it is a song,
it screeches and cuts the air
and causes birds to scatter,
I wonder why they are all
so intently clasping each other’s
hands, it is as if they may fall
without this man-made structure,
these puppets laugh with their eyes,
and watch as the sun sinks lower
I notice that something has touched
my leg—it is a drop of paint.
I brush my face and my hand is smeared
with their culture,
I look up to the trees – to the birds,
I want to grasp onto their hands
but my feet carry me away,
I am not a part of their circle yet.
