in red satin
down to her feet
thirsty to greet him
at the door

with a copy of Dickinson
in hand –
page 593/1381
I suppose the time will come

She said “hinder it a little”
if we can hinder a little of us
without a fuss
the corn in silk will dress

the jay will giggle
when it looks behind –
halting this
woman in dress