The Girl Leaps into the Field as if to Burst Open like a Cloud

by | Sep 14, 2011 | Blog, My Poems

A valley of
broken houses – inside

a woman
who collected

rooms –

plucked
the extensions filled with

accessories

and moons.

(expanding)

Surrounded with the shadow
of mirrors, she began to

unwind

her daughter –

turned her
inside-out

pulled
her hair

through the head
of a needle

one strand

at a time.

The daughter watched.

(reflections)
A sheen crossing

her hair –

the shine
of the needle.