In the beginning was the word. And I got paid for it.
January 1982
She stands in the midst
of thorny flowers,
eyes open on my face,
reading the stormy seas
etched in her memory:
poised, doe-like,
for flight.
— Pregnant, soft
weight softly borne,
delicate flow of gossamer
clothes blown
by a breeze
wafted my way.
