Gyroscope Review 16-3 | Page 13

SOWING SEED IN MAY by Ann Howells Here where time-worn Arbuckles— three hundred million years old, angles softened, weathered, like loose-skinned old women— remain implacable as granite, we adhere to three sisters planting. Squash retain moisture around corn which, in turn, supports beans; each supplies nutrients for others. Blood sings in my ears as heart and body work in unison. But, May can be a seething bitch— brutal month in a brutal season. Rain-wrapped tornadoes build between prairie and stars; ghost-like they sweep the plains, suck our lives into the cloud with smug omnipotence. Gyroscope Review - !3