i

when you share with me
then, i´ll share with yourself-
lily looks perplexed..

(am i suddenly speaking
in tongues..)
she nods and nods-

waiting for more..
the window the garden
the door..

ii

she traipses out
examines the dew
on a web

i watch her-
capricho arabe by
tarrega-

the breeze swings
a sun shines
her pretty head..