By art dog
Date: 26 August 1999

Marie's Poem

I reached out to a resplendent moon wiht both hands
one in offering, the other to trace the moons curve.
As in the splendor of magnified moments,
the caress is fulfilled, the offer taken; the song of a daisy, the brilliance in a bird's eye.

Expectations set upon such grace are penalized- a penance to be worn.
For a void is created once they pass,
the swoosh of nothingness rushes in to fill the space.

I touched the moon.
In the form of a face and calves- the topography of hips.
This void the most wicked:
petals plucked from the daisy,
a needle in this bird's eye-
a strand of the moon woven into the hair shirt of expectation.