This Woman

She slow walks the hopethat others tango away, with that fermented sway she blends like warm cashmere, sari fragrant in folds fullto embrace high-strung husbandor the frightened chit at full-speedrunning into a silken bungalow,avatar of lighthouse flashing“no amount of grave concernnot handled here,” and behold,juggernauts vanish beneath her feetof frangipani, ethereal gold. Sammi’s Day 6 … Continue reading This Woman