Robert James Berry

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 wristbangles
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)