Lima Been

Lima been
A crying oh
so silently beside
me:
Trapped within
the picture;
flapping wings
and golden sunsets.
Ripe with little
riddles and a deep
anticipation-
forging through
the river with
her swamp-shallow
initiative.

Captive-ate a
song bird,
Such a violent
disputation-
irrelevant her
fingers are
so charming in
their movements.

Questioned and
she tells them
how I beat her
and I scorn her;
fairy tales, they
charge me for my
ceaseless
admiration.

For James Rigney.