from p.4 on Mon., 8/31

• She's taken many gifts from
  her ancestors.
  Freckles sprout across her bony cheeks,
  a dimple to match.
  Blond hair and rusty eyes,
  she is a truck in an abandoned
  lot,
  rough running engine, sultry.
  A voice from a jungle.

• Poetry dances
  among the stars
  in a flowy
  sundress toppled
  with a wildflower
  floral crown made
  of tiny daisies
  she picked herself.

• The footprints, tears, coffee
  stains, coating the porcelain
  white paper, tells a story
  opening our minds and
  souls through each imperfection
  that makes poetry its
  self.