SHE BELIEVES IN ANGELS
AND SPELLS OF MAGIC
POTIONS THAT CURE
ALL THAT IS TRAGIC,
FULL BLOWN MOONS
AND CHILDREN’S TUNES,
AND SWEEPING
ROMANTIC
PROSE,
SLICING ENORMOUS
CHUNKS OF LOVE
EVERYWHERE
SHE GOES,
SHE’S INSPIRING
UNTIRING
WIRED FOR SPEED
WHEN IT COMES TO
CARING AND FILLING
THE NEED,
HOWEVER,
AS WITH
ALL GOOD THINGS,
THERE COMES A
SHOULDERING
EVER SO BOLD
THAT YOU CANNOT
MISS THE MESSAGE TOLD,
AND WITH ONE
PHONE CALL,
THAT WAS THE CASE:
SHE WAS FLOATING ABOUT
IN A PAINFUL SPACE,
UNABLE TO FIGHT
AND CONTINUE THE RACE
AS OTHERS WATCH
IN HELPLESS
CONCERN,
WE FINALLY LEARN
WHAT SPIRIT LIVES
IN THE HEART THAT GIVES,
A FIRE THAT
CROSSES THE LINES
TO WIN AGAIN
AND AGAIN,
AND AGAIN,
A WOMAN IMMERSED
IN HER PRIME,

I WAS MAKING IT RIGHT:
THE POLE FOR THE BITE
OF JUICE THAT HE
LOVES, SET ASKEW
BY THE WINDS AND
THE RAINS
DRIVING THE TRAIN
OF WEATHER
RELENTLESS AND TRUE,
HE LANDED SO CLOSE
I WAS SHOCKED
TO SEE
VIOLET FLECKS
OF COLOR BLENDED
AND MENDED INTO
WHIRLY GRAY WINGS

THE ORDER OF THINGS
HE DELIVERS AS SUCH
WHEN VISITING
HIS FAVORITE MEAL,
THEY ARE QUITE
TERRITORIAL
IN THE SPEEDY MEMORIAL
BUZZING AND SWOOPING
FINALLY RECOUPING
TO DIVE
AND THRIVE
AND BE SO ALIVE,
HE BARELY PAID HEED
TO MY SILENT SWEET DEEDS,
WHILE I PEEKED IN
PURE AWE,
THROAT TIGHT IN
THE CRAW,
BREATHLESSLY HOPING
TO WATCH,
SO HE GRANTED MY
WISH
AND DOVE INTO
THE DISH,
LONG POINTED BEAK
IN ACTION,
I GUESS HE WAS
HUNGRY, FOR HE
LEFT ME TO PEER
AND OBSERVE
THE SWERVE
AND TRACTION,