Her skin will be green,
her hair red like gashes,
her eyes a perpetual flash of distant suns.
In my mind only --
but it will be in a college hall or a country lane,
a city street or tree-lined trail,
like expected horror
hid by rocks overturned by my hand.
Surprise like birth before sex, the hallmark
an echo before sound,
an ember in a dry well
smoldering through ages 'til I stumble one day and gravity,
like cogs in a watch,
hidden force and mover,
wind and hook.
Fear my companion.
Stolen rib returning to reopen the wound,
unmake the work of six days.