speak easy with lightning
and fantasies fly
from the olive grove

Feel the end of me,
terror fading to light pain
before the sun dies.

dragonflies fretted
and blue-red birds flashed grey squirrels
like go go dancers

it was all too much
with chirping morning rhythms
and the dappling sun

a triad

it was as quiet
a place where she gave her heart
as when leaves rested

alone but for sighs
of wind caressing water
and a soft birdsong

taken by a surge
deeply divined below earth
she poured herself free