not posed, not posed at all

in the detail etched on filaments

quarks and pollen all her aftermaths

drift as skyforms over fields

 

while standing bottles on the wind

edge hum

you paint

 

a jewish bride in haystooks startling splatted daubs

her red bold clarion dress

her best dress ever worn in memory after spills

 

and slicks of surface pleats

creamy with thrills before

the evening's

 

things