precisely at dawn

she worked out

her oranges around

this chest.

spelling color differently.

angulation on a heaving

plane.

dancing through

a window, elated

to rest there.

it was so striking

that I had to look...

all there was, was

the wonder of how

she got there.

the metric of her

genius exceeds

himself.

there's no grappling

with a poet in residence.

how many times can

you wake up is not

a question.