She may have sifted down
thru the grillwork of heaven
but I’m still paddling thru the quicksand
as her spine recalls
the slight curve in the palm tree
which shapes the wind I suppose
just to say it makes it so
a translucent
Botticellian beauty
with attendant angels, mermaids
really, with enhanced cleavage
& bowling trophies ala de Chirico
stalled out above the
signature waves