SAID SHE
I write, she said, fingering frost on a windowpane
About children's eyes within flawless faces
About sanctum worship in celestial places
My missives of freedom within wintered spaces
She sat down on the sidewalk in front of the church
I will be eternalized, she said, and bask in the sun
Inside a stain glassed world where we become one
Because I am acquainted with God's only son
I write, she said, because I live within these pages
Where delicate virgin petals cover sleeping minds
Where ethereal rainbows become window blinds
Where mavens wear crowns of honeysuckle vines
I watched her walk away in her scattered world
Said she had an 18-lb. cat that ruled her plantation
Said she had once written about her own aberration
Said she had evolved from a mirrored constellation
