She Glides
She Glides
She moves in the depths of the green black leaves
scattering bright winged insects
from their dew drink flowers.
No place for the morning's boisterous heat
down here as her cool body glides,
a rivulet of thaw water on window pane.
She is gone from me as we all know she must
leaving the city to the broken eyed men
damning and dashing their topical hopes.
Watched by a bird of mysterious origins
into the waters of quiet acceptance
she stretches an exquisite testing toe.
