right hand pointing

Her face

is a shadow

framed by a scarf

of black lace.

Her dress,

also of black lace,

is ankle-length,

and rustles

as she moves

about the dugout. 

She slowly

circles Irene

who sits entranced

in her rocker

of mesquite.

Undulant as a dancer,

the curandera moves,

leaving in her wake

the scent of lemon grass,

garlic, and wellness.