- Created on 5/1/09 by Melanie Mayo

Poem by Dawn Urbont my belly grows round like the globe on Matthew's desk and i watch from above small tremors and quakes on the West Coast, waves and bulges in the Caspian Sea. he flutters and kicks, bucking bronco, tiny yogi quiet little drummer in a pool of amniotic fluid. i am his Mother Earth. i am his world, and soon he will be my sea, my shores, my coral reef. Read more poems read more


