SO SHE WILL SURVIVE
Within her domain
where the dust lies on ledges
she nurtures regret.
Wandering slowly
she passes to the window
where light filters through.
She moves as a ghost
with her features in shadow
her outline in gold.
Her anger finds vent
Her delusions regretted
waiting for answers.
She had been faithless
disregarding wise counsel
yet wild seed matures.
And wild grasses grow
and she’s blessed by good graces
so she will survive.