my pretty window pretty pane
plane of glass, windowflame
war of words & wordsmith games
whose to know what who's the same
sure enough, fine wood grain
strain to see right though the sheets of rain
barrel down, tall crop-lined rows
Silos, Mills, Watertowers, live stock
floating in & out of farm to market fame
a bridge too far
a lake, dammed & swam
in rock pool coves
and trail side dives
into the creek
into the row
a slender fleet of dancers, coy & cool
to touch on her one weird weakness
The coiled dancers sang.
too cool to roll
& rolling wood ways
my sunset, she prances like a fire ballerina
feast of reds & golds on the sky, it stretches
from here unto forever, immaculate dawn
& a day to finally remember.
