She is walking
away Like a cloud-parting
A fog lift ing

There are babies wrapped in blue
Waking now wading
Through a river
Once a street.

Her feet like canoes.

I am watching her
like a clock
in a room
without books

Twisting my girl story through
Loops and holes
A kingdom wrapped in rules

Daylight comes
Night song moves
Like memory oars through waves
Bare hands
Like fins Th rough rivulets of choice.

She sings
Like a child
In a blanket
Made of stars