eucalyptus

rub oil onto her thighs
between skin dimples  
on footpalm as her knee
brushes against you

remembering before the dike
was built, before first words
first wounds, first wonders

heal that which binds
  tangle to  wind
unravel a glance from
the turn of her head.

wave goodbye to a tantrum catastrophe
and the mountain of   prophesying clouds
goodbye to streets as  rivers
the cannon  power line,

say hello to hope in adventure
through sugarcane to new coasts
lined with lime, tamarind, and time
prismed into her eye, sharp but  kind.