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Poem: "Blue Boa" by Pamela Harrison

Blue Boa
 
​All morning as I grade papers,
the pair of bananaquits nesting
in the bougainvillea’s latticed leaves
squabble and squawk.

Sudden quiet, then a knock
on the kitchen door announces Jomo,
the cinnamon bark salesman who
wraps his wares in a dusty towel.

We bargain, I buy enough for the year. 
Jomo lingers shyly, then begs to say
we “have a Serpent.” (Not a snake.
The snake was that green lover’s knot

we found sleeping in the corner
of our sunny room.) Jomo says, “It is
a Serpent. A Serpent from the Garden.
It is not shy. It will not go away.”

Guiding me round to our own front door,
Jomo points to a five-foot boa lounging
like a pasha in the scarlet bower. 
I regard the bulges in its sleepy length:

two hearts snug in the welcome of its love.


From Glory Bush and Green Banana (Turning Point, 2017)

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