When She Flies


To Kathy when, on phoenix wings, she flies

above the evergreens, beyond the rain

from nimbus clouds to California skies

to dry her feathers in the sun again:

May silty sand between your toes revive

your feet. May Muses surf the salty waves.

May every veggie in your garden thrive,

and let each path you travel be unpaved.

And may your trek be long and sometimes hard

like childbirth—may it empower you.

And may the tears from our umbrella’d hearts

bedew the dirt beneath your flowers. You,

dear friend, will soar above this drizzly town,

but when our hands point skyward, please look down.