Ancient Iridescence

I.
Buzzing brownly
she spits her memories
through the bones yonder
Meanwhile a refreshing capsize
saves his thoughts
from plunder.

II.
Furrowing browerly
determined to make her mark
she continues
as he shakes his head givinguply.
Gone already?
Thought we had
a lifetime mine at least
if not yours
or at least the
sweet overlap of the two
he muses handsomely.

III.
See? You train your
eye thusly on the
receding horizon
trying to fix it
but of course with your
every step earth spins
so of course you never
“get” anywhere.
But too of course the eye
(as it should) doggedly just
keeps up its job
that is, of fixing.

IV.
Frumpily she scratches
her head. Hair stays
up in response.
Flatteringly he
remains sweetly surprised
she doesn’t bolt
his company sooner.

Enjoying the breeze,
my dear?

copyright 2009 Nancy Knowles