A pig’s tail of
pink smoke
suddenly appears
from beneath
the bedroom door
as if a spider web
revealed by light
rising toward its own
dissolution
a breath of
perfumed air
captures the room
filled with
otherworldly
women.
c h a n t i n g
A prayer song
leaves her dry lips
and rises toward
resonance
calling to her,
nature,
calling to her muse.
While sleeping
she settles
her argument
with time
remaining beautiful.
Dedicated to my mother