Milagro
She stood before
a full-length mirror
let fall the colors
of her nakedness
split a pomegranate
with her thumbs
and saw things
a chain of actions
that would eat away time
what will happen to me
she asks the forest
adorning branches
with small charms
hands of daughters
of silver and tin
one had slipped
and lies glinting
in the fertile soil
happy birthday
cries the wi…
