Recalling sun’s warmth
she dances in ash-fallen plume
in streets covered by ancient ruin,
she’s neither evolution nor rebirth,
but starkness catching its breath.
Reciting rain’s echo on roofs,
she dances umbrella-less in muddy
feet, swirling and twirling,
she’s a departure, a lost sanity,
where poison sings chorus inside.
Every night before sleep
she tries to evoke childhood
prayers … and cries for night’s end.