She falls uncurtainly,

A distance too far

To know what her intentions are.

         Her season pass,

         Her river flow.

         She planets and skies,

But earths her plans

         in groundless schemes.

Her glib disguise

         a dress of dreams.

She pirouettes

         in perfect arcs,

Her endless poison dance.

She lights and darks

         and elements

A twisted alchemic trance.

Her orbit is predictable,

Plot by graph and chart,

Her indiscreet reach:

And strange latitudes.

She laughs

         at regular intervals,

But her attitudes

         change with

Each beat of her heart.

 

                                                                                

Spring 1985