A woman’s face, a window pane
The leaf that left the sidewalk stained
Visionary’s sidekick, studying
To learn the way
Books surrounded her
About the world, one about troubadours.
Music mystified her loving
It about as much as words.
Countless scarves and sweaters
‘I love yous’ and ‘feel betters’
By the stacks of packages
You can tell her mother loves her
Cleanly and unkempt
Surrounds herself with her attempts
Sees art in all the wreckage
And is clear in her intents
Hot suns above, forever blinking
Is she here or is she thinking?
Will help if she can
Help it. Stop you from sinking
Into old thoughts and ways,
“Let’s move onward.” She would say
If you mean it take a stand
And she’ll be with you all the way.