This literary review is one of high-quality poetry and short fiction at Schoolcraft College in Livonia, Michigan. It has been publishing since 1984.
Bonnie gives an overview of the book:
Dripping in Woods in Summer
We flatten ourselves and slip
inside the leaf.
For a few hours we are
absorbing the light;
and creating more chlorophyll
than a stand of trees,
we drip and drink our excesses,
pulling on and shaking limbs
after a rain.
Most people have read this as a sexual poem, and I see how it could be read that way. Actually, it is more about the mystical green of being a very young girl with my sister and other playmates who would play outside all day and get very hot and sweaty in the green of the grass and beneath green trees or climbing them, and never think a thing about our physical selves. My sister and I and some of our friends and family cousins, too, had a ritual of trying to be the first to shake rainwater from a tree limb onto the others.
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