the pool quivered silver
rain running down her
hair continuous.

face in reverse reflection,
the water her azure
abode and sheet of
her bedroom window

silver her home quivered,
olive branch knocking at
door, rain running down
her cheek

her pool a lacuna,
rain livery slippery sadlessness
laugh at superimposition and
the surface stops its scintillation
and is still and there she is again,
porcelain and ageless as the moon