30 October 2004
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 hay stooks 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