(In memory of Jacqueline Kennedy)
Remembering,
a strong tide of strangers
engulf the street with tears
and umbrellas guiding
the flow of emotion
in dark and light revolutions
like the moon.
Obsessive phases of fascination
and privacy tread
on a row of long windows.
Inside the apartment she lies
suspended,
rippling in the equine mane of a coma.
The nebulous motion
of horse against sky,
of sea foam against hooves of stone
washes over her body ----
absolving the decay, drawing the naiad home.
Past a colliding view of architecture
she swims.
Graceful limbs of fog
absorb the ether;
and wisps of evening shadow
cling passionately
to the high neck of a church.
