She is Sparrow-like and Fierce
I’ll tie myself to her voice
scene pulled from frame to frayed edge
knot-to-knot…to pull backwards that tapestry of dress
(yes, the pattern returns triumphant)
crux of the matter, to go on…wistfully
could not she?
of course life-lines feeding the concrete
clear-cut she is sparrow-like and fierce,
thin…angular, with the hollow-eyed look
she could reach people with her mimicry
a little melancholic roust
an elegiac circus and under this whirling
her manic joy…streaming in and out-of-breath.