Over One Shoulder A Stylish Urn
Over one shoulder a stylish urn
helped her undress though stone
could be anything it wants ̶ it’s winter now
and love has the sun to itself
is filling this fountain with a world all its own
̶ without any clothes she can hear
year after year the snow coming down
and from the same mountainside
lets you look though two suns together
are rare ̶ this nude even in the womb
must have been convinced her first breath
would arrive the way a stone held tight
becomes a wish when dropped in water
as if it was normal for a person
to be in love with another ̶ you stare
at the ripples, not sure where their happiness
is coming from ̶ year after year overflowing
as the promise inside all stone.