Mireille Astore

Taking Care

 

Gliding
in shatterproof gear
with a mask
that says “Break”
She mingles
composed
sealed and delivered
Summer is calling
Reason keeps her straight
But
in doorways
you keep her waiting
for what’s left of her gait
Here
Acid rains
do not reach the low grounds
flesh woven into silk
In respite
she enters hollowed earth
for
cuts do matter there
entrée’s for subterranean Gods
noblemen
and warriors.

 

©Mireille Eid