MOTHER AND DAUGHTER COMMUNION
They run like colts
in river beds of colored wines
flicking whatever berries
at each other
or something.
They both understand the language
wondering with each other.
Laughing,
and knowing
when they hurt each other.
Suffering for each others pain
and crying
when they dance
in each others rain.
THE CIRCUS . . . . . . . . . AND THE ZOO 