In and Out
In
there through a ragged break in the rusted-out drain pipe she catches cloud
bridges arcing,
beginning to whiten, rolling through the cerulean glaze of the new morning sky
There stretched legs straighten as she nods in glorious self-affirmation of
livingness
and mindful of the jutting burst of blade outside her still strong heart begins
to drag herself
Out
~
Elementary
"Just the elements. Rusted-out, this will never more be any good "
The handyman's helper nods agreement as he has been told he should
Feigns interested inspection even as his eyes begin over to glaze
Past the mother and lawn furniture to the daughter stretched in bikinied blaze
Not quite nineteen is he rolling through the grass aware of each sensuous
fragrant blade
Drawn across the span of "they" and "he" and "should" and "never" drawn to where
she laid
Until he sprawls, no longer ragged beside her all bridges between them blown to
so much frag
Spinning in clouds of possibility achieved - Vanished in a finger snap and a
bruising shoulder drag
