Three-plus champagnes-anything can-do girl,
anywhere-go preferably-Katmandu girl.
balanced-on-the-very-edge-of seeing girl.
So-shy-her-confidence-is overwhelming girl,
Love at her heels,
how does she think what she knows she feels?
Glides like an image one flower ahead of sorrow,
floating through sun-mist to yesterday’s tomorrow.
Through the moving shadows
of this world’s blind-man’s buff
she has cared and been cared for
(but not-loved-too-much enough).
In her mind what pleasures lead her from A to Z?
In her heart what treasures are silenced by her head?
Carrying through Customs (for the fun of it)
a bucket of water with the sun in it.