your silver head
on a cloudy day. A ray
of light breaking up
the dragons. Calling for

the nymph on her
smoky wagon. Levitating
her as a hummingbird. All
flat is emotionally stirred. Seconds

hold joy in a denim pocket. A locket
of care wrapped around wavy hair. Lashes
are butterfly wings fluttering in your
face. Your face –

became the sun. A tale of gold
you spun, through glass and
pane, through wood and frame. Not
a touch with hand commands,

only a look, a wave, a smile
that face