Dance of the Gardener’s Hands

By A Anupama

Where is the lantana now, which I have
already pulled up because the frost
killed it, while the nepeta goes on
quite green, and the morning-glory vines
all dried and set with seed pods
rattle as I snap and pull them down
from the bed frame behind the rose bush,
which flashes her orange hips, undulates
until the last few desperate blooms
knock me out with their scent—
I have no sense, and dirty hands.
Still find the tangle unbearable
until a few renegade lantana stems
drop confetti on the ground, merest
ghosts of pink and yellow.

Born in the United States and raised in rural Ohio, A Anupama’s experience as a first-generation Indian-American woman gives a unique perspective to her writing. She graduated from Vermont College of Fine Arts with an MFA and received her BA in biological sciences from Northwestern University. She has been involved with medical publishing for the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons and legal publishing for the American Bar Association. An attendee of the Hudson Valley Writers’ Center fiction workshop with David Surface, she has worked with Ralph Angel, Leslie Ullman, and Jody Gladding. She has brought her love of yoga, Indian cooking, science, photography, and nature to her poetry.

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