This poem is available in S&P's third publication, Confrontations: A Skull and Poem Reader.
Enjoy!
To Isadora Duncan
She is a spinning top
made of cotton and light
arms screaming toward the sky
hurtling for the sun
the moon
dancing across lightyears
She is a blushing pirouette
body made of stereos
announcing a new age of telling
Cassiopeia, the seven sisters
saluting their missing star
She is a brilliant warpath
taking up arms and telescopes
but her body, falling fire
crashes into the waves
of the ocean
salt water stinging
flames streaking towards the ocean floor.
Writings and Musings of the Sea-Ray
