1.
The woman
with a child on her lap
sitting on rugs
what is she doing
there
in the middle
the day
might always be cold
March light
what is she doing
sitting with a child
on her lap
long drapes
behind
and rugs
like wings
or feathers
feathery rugs
alive in the cold
March light
flat as the moon
at dusk
the cold
rakes
blue plumes
into
traversing
signals
aside
and because
it can never be
early enough
she is always
sitting
aside
in wait.
2.
Mal, mal,
trivial thwart.
Stop this
glare, stop
goading the ill
into consequence,
the extra
bloom
unheralded
by day or by night.
Go off
into a woody scene
and take
the painted epilogue
with you.
Burn it for heat
and burn the
currency of emeralds
mistaken
for new life.
3.
If no time’s
not want
stay and
renovate
traced gloves
sweet digits
adhesives
bound for dispatch
and so cling
to the tiered ensemble
stupendous enrichment
during the spell and
start, start.
for Stacy