A Métis Indian lady
hands blanketed over as in pray,
spirit gods inside her empty purse,
hang over a large brown fruit basket
naked of fruit, no vine,
approaches the Edmonton, Alberta
adoption agency.
Inside, refrained from life
with a wine sap apple wedged fruity
like a teaspoon of autumn sun
inside the infants mouth,
a shallow pool of tears form --
swell like melons in infant
native blue eyes.