Romantic

She wants romance as the tide turns its

black ink into the shore after the sun has set

and the sky is still ignited. Venus mocks her

as a star, but it could be that what you see and

want is what you get in a dream like this.

Even the stone where she stands emanates

heat from the day’s long drag to this moment of

reflection, and the mystery of mauve on the

horizon is solidified. It’s all in the description,

as if a kenning captured and controlled these

odd but normal realities, and a boat sails

up the river to the sea in a wind-full word.

Still watching the waves she has one last hope

and the sky darkens its heliotrope.