A pitiful glimpse

At what should have been a smile,

nothing moves me like the toy piano.

Rose bud cheeks ----the whiteness dripping with soiled promises

of the eggshell skies

Like the fairest climes tender yeast fishhooks race

where wandered the dainty knight

through low tides, sifting through ambergris.

The medieval Clancy coat-of-arms relishing the

humidity bears the sharp teeth

a gathering of sparks - under a thin blanket

of the predator over a bamboo shield.

When black worms slowly crawl, of snow digging in front of the copper mine,

for green - red oisters, in fire from ice, she floats... they always float.