good voodoo

a poem for Peter Kidd
by debora Ewing

i buried you tonight
with a full moon and Jupiter

in a stump beside
that stubborn trumpet vine

mixed by my own hand
you were so proud of me you said

Rough Roads May Exist - photo by debora Ewing
datura blossom - photo by Bradley Nordell

in the coming seasons
man-eaters will root your skin

this ritual is nothing
an indulgent smile

like a face in the moon
might have inhaled a little 

for doc blossom
3.7.2023
Annandale