Saturday, October 9, 2010

Love Song

  Captured, her body
would not love her
this incline by the raw wing
she never tilted her head
from the water's edge
a tiny blue gull drifts a zag
         she zigs from the rupture
of the ascending happy fog.
Lost in the moving passages
she revealed her hip
in the endangered city
these walls gather
then disassemble
like the weather in its

rapture gagged with rapture