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(Poem by Wendy Howe ) Lizards sleep while she leans toward sunset, inching her way out of the stillness. Though not seen, her shape is felt in slender air that moves among the palm leaves and long grasses fanning light against the desert's hill of stone. Somewhere a man dries laundry on his terrace and shirt sleeves catch the evening's breath. With scented hips she comes to him -- so lovely and distracting, a sway of coconut and jasmine. During these hot days when night exhaled a low sizzle of haze and starlit skies, he had forgotten her and that wide garden hosting aquatic plants where a girl entranced the water's mind and dispersed his own into the rippling coolness of her shadow. To know more about this poem, about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) 
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