The Nun's Dance
Fine, white cowl —
folded butterfly wings;
blue shaved head —
gossamer screened.
Sad-beautiful
the light on her cheeks.
Mute candles melt on the empty terrace;
the moon sets with every falling paulownia leaf.
Sleeves reach across the width of sky;
poson toes pivot-point in flight.
Black eyes lift gently,
focus on a star in the distant sky.
Two tears glisten on lovely peach cheeks;
the anguish of the daily grind turns to starlight.
Hands angle, furl, stretch to the limit:
imaging a sacred joining deep in the heart.
Third Watch: crickets sleepless through the night;
fine, white cowl, folded butterfly wings.
(KO)
folded butterfly wings;
blue shaved head —
gossamer screened.
Sad-beautiful
the light on her cheeks.
Mute candles melt on the empty terrace;
the moon sets with every falling paulownia leaf.
Sleeves reach across the width of sky;
poson toes pivot-point in flight.
Black eyes lift gently,
focus on a star in the distant sky.
Two tears glisten on lovely peach cheeks;
the anguish of the daily grind turns to starlight.
Hands angle, furl, stretch to the limit:
imaging a sacred joining deep in the heart.
Third Watch: crickets sleepless through the night;
fine, white cowl, folded butterfly wings.
(KO)
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