I also
melted together
hot wax on
top of the blue flame
the fire
I want to be
a peacock
and
butterflies that breathes
breath,
flapping wings
perched on
delicate silk cloths
perpetuate
miss
I want to
blossom
to share
flowers
fragrances
and stories on sheet
ballad sheet
when the hand
all guided
batik
motherless
soul confirmed canting
in the form
of language
Pekalongan - Indonesia, 1974 – 1986
*canting: tool to make ‘batik’ --traditional
cloth in Java
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