Reading
for Ahila
eyelashes
dip on the open book
She is reading
will not look up
The words
are printing tall tales
on the intricate lace
of her feather hazel head
Lean long
wrist
bangles
reach
down
Turn the page
my
page
She rests
then
her eyes walk
A scarlet
moon is rising from
the
printed ink
Her ankles bracelets shake softly
This is for you to read
The 2River View, 3_1 (Fall 1998)