POEM
Being almost glamorous
With a little strap of leather
Suspended between sea and sky
She will be decadent
In her own discerning company
A series of screens
Block the light
I reconstruct her
A bas-relief festooned with rubble
She was born underwater
Studied the classes of plants
Stem by stem
Parted clouds with her sword
And all the tall flowers
Not to be fixed at the foot of a cliff
Or easily exhausted by the climb
But standing with a rock in each hand
Adding to her pleasure
To what do I owe this one?
The day is split in half
The first entirely water
The other hollowed out
With an urge to float
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