Ula danced a yambu

in the green grassy yard, beside the old apple tree, in the bright santa cruz sun.
she said, "I love it when you come and play"
Raul helped her
out of bed and into the wheelchair,
she was thin thin, silver whispy hair floating
around her pale pale face.
so old, an ancient in a wheelchair
ghost breath
ghostly foam around her lips

She sat still, eyes closed, moon face uplifted to the warmth.
"play me a yambu"
-gung-gung gu-gung gung gunh gu gung-

Like a wraith from a fog Ula rose from the chair,
on thin feet her yellow and orange light cotton skirt floating around her skeletal form she
swayed still turning her face to the sun
swayed gently in the green grassy yard, beside the old apple tree, in the bright santa cruz sun.

Ula danced so gently the yambu






--Peggy Morrison (2018)