Lilith’s Charm Bracelet
On my blue-white wrist I wear
A charm bracelet. Strung on a chain
Of tears beaten silver
Are my broken hearts,
The night noises of the desert;
The haunting calls of cactus owls
And the whisper of the wind,
Mementos from the garden
Where all was lush and green and feeble,
Fragile and anemic in its perfection.
