she
stands
alabaster
drained
a species
of statue
in
the
rotunda
upon
her
quicksand pedestal
comes now the
seer from
los gatos
schooled in life
long time art lover
love maker
holding her father’s
brilliant cricket weather vane in vein
and
revealed a wrongful truth
she looked up
and said with the saddest
la carmen opera crème eyes
poor statue
his
sculptural
necklace
suits you
these words
remind the idol
to breathe
marble fingers
they
have
flesh
and
blood
and
bone
the
room
fills
with
long ago
perfume
she will accept
no more
sacrifices at
her feet
the goddess
steps down
from her low upon high
waves to the
smiling docent
nods her head
and
walks gracefully
into
the
waiting
world