Seeing Christina
From some win/dows,
when he sees her
and she's well
when she's picking
blueberries
she's a grassy
blade
or maybe
he, considering (a spec
per
-haps)
it could be
so far away
it's a crow
or
it's claim
being close
is a slow going
or
once spooked
to movement
(you think
I'm going
to say ghost
don't you. No?
OK)
But only so
you won't be
cold when you
(and you will) pull
away from
the window
frame and say
Not today
I'm free
enough of my need
to kill some
-thing I'm going
to let it be
a ghost
or a crow
or a widow
or a sister
insect
bumping up
the grass and so,
do this:
get close enough
to thump the frame
from it's age
and when it's eased
and relieved
lift it, take in
the wind and wait
for wee bitty
in the window to
take up
her skirts (like
the blowing
lace
curtain)
(like JAZZ)
and make it
try to, like she
does,
on your own
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