Far Out, She Cried

Nothing between us
but stubborn willful girls

Poems from paradise
for the moon; earth is blue

Fine arts of stonework
laid between cracked frames

Experienced metaphors
like houses made of pottery

Eva still remembers all —
one small blackbird at a time

Her yellow lunacies of light
lost as plays of startled white

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Wendy Barker book titles
Process: Pick and mix cento