Dorothy Bendel and Carey Davis

Carey Davis
Inspiration Piece

By Dorothy Bendel

Response Piece

It rises up to the porch,

ripe and hot

trombones and swaying hips.

I watch and listen,

tucked away

behind hollow squares

framed by wood blistered

by southern months.

It asks me to come out,

to slide through the screen

to see something new

and let go of the figs

pressed in my hand.

I feel the stomping now

falling in line,

slipping under my bare feet.

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