The leaping woman arrives in an ambulance of starlight. A har-
ness of wet pins shoots through the pure whiteness of her foam-
ing team of white Cadillacs, white hounds in a lost pool of white-
nesses. An arm from a window touches half-a-moon; silhouetted
aerials switching the night into miracles, miracles of green fiery
air, of locomotion and lullaby. Hammer of gigantic thrills. O
spew, circle her brilliant black curls! Ash, marble, flame, O de-
tective hummingbird: She’s filled with the desire to stand abso-
lutely still! Just now a messenger arrives in fantastic disarray,
irregular movements down the gravel detour of inexcusable
flowers. A scented handkerchief rises from his passing, ghostly
skiff: And she, on her poet’s crutches, over annoyed walls, like a
loose needle on the deck of a huge, black ship, she finds the me-
teor still sizzling quietly, she leaps to ramify, she calms, she for-
gets the present, fluid wonder, passionate denouncing, upping
upping upping the weight to carry, the ragged mile to move, the
date to remember, forgetting it again…