she was a bird
dancing in contact
with natural lines
of sky blue
without end,
lifting her arms
like that of
an angel
as fluid moved
and escaped
from beneath her,
subtracting the
additions of light
passing through
weighted air,
dividing the lines
of layered space,
forcing a prayer
to the surface
as the rain
walks her
to an end table
painted red
where she reconnects
with the first drip
of her next
breath