Each and every
luminary
has a purpose,
a reason why
they exist within
the fabric of space.

A spotlight hung
in gauze,
you move about
by a set of laws,
your claim to fame,
not a cause,
but a creation.

Wondrous in power,
with but a finger
you were lifted
in time into place,
and endearingly
called by your
very own name.

~
The Umbrellas
of Cherbourg,
pastel-coloured,
rain-soaked,
bouncing
around the room,
blocking all of the exits,
in Doppler shifts
it all turns and returns,
indeed there's daggers
in a woman's smile,
from a grain of sand
to mushrooms in the sky,
say it in a letter—
a hostage crisis,
recitative,
and catlike,
load the cartridges
and let them fly,
(flutter of wings),
face the sun and
bargain with flowers,
(flutter of lashes),
grow as clingstone and
follow my warlight home,
(flutter of heartbeat),
just close your eyes
and make believe,
it all turns and returns,
Geneviève,
I will wait for you,
la petite amie,
I will wait for you,
anywhere you wander,
anywhere you go.
~