Issue 79, Spring 1981
The houses look at one another,
a language of windows.
The violin stands above the collar. . .
sleigh bells in a blue sky.
How calm the torso of a woman
like a naked statue.
Reclining in an alcove
with curtains, the window gives
a view of earth. . . yellow fields.
She has a blue leg and a green arm,
red arm, and leg painted saffron.