as windows come up for air,
dimmed by the depths of
dust.
vases draw clear distinctions
of water, before a handful of
stems shatter their illusions.
all to clarify flowers, and what
a clarity.
it's there among them, standing
alone in a crowd...April finds
herself.
she's utterly disoriented at the
height of her powers.
she's welcome wherever she may
roam, so it takes a while.