HOW SHE BALANCES THE SCALES

How She Balanced The Scale

By: Angel Acuna Robinson

Pieces of me, scattered

Throughout the grasslands:

The Grains falling from the 

Surface of the scales,

She followed accumulating 

Arrant parts of the whole.

Shattered Shards 

Puzzle her as she

Dampens her digits,

Pricking her prints

While picking up

These pieces of me.

Bleeding with an 

unmoveable grin,

She insistently savors 

Every single nick—

She is adding contrast 

To my landscape,

Collecting her heritage

On my canvas and

Every brush stroke

Has the reflection

Of her genome.

Each 

Drop

A 

Cataract of soulfully 

Enriched dew imbuing 

The syphoned conifers 

Of my emotive reserves.

Her fingers work 

The deadened space,

Blending her blood orange dusk

Seamlessly into the arduous dawn’s

Iridescent warmth:

A circling Seahawk, 

The paintings focus,

Soaring with an Iris in her beak.