Zazie
A gathering of sparks -
when black worms slowly crawl in a pool of stagnant fish
And tender yeast fishhooks race through a pityful glimpse at what should have been a smile.
A woman in a black veil smokes -
bears the sharp teeth of the predator digging in front of the coppermine
relishing the humidity of the eggshell skies.
Under a thin blanket of snow she floats -
they always float like the fairest climes and rose bud cheeks dripping with
soiled promises sifting through ambergris.
Two apples lay in the corner of the toy piano -
Digging in fire from ice where wandered the dainty knight.
Nothing moves me like the predator over a bamboo shield.