Goddess

***

A subtle swoop of a patterned seam with
Warped colors, gliding from the sleeve;
The bottom hem blows in the breeze.
I found purpose in movement across
The cobblestone streets of
Amsterdam.

Some unfortunate few never witnessed
A Goddess pass in public.
Let their stares embolden a spark
Of a suppressed matchstick.
Burn, girl; burn
With the spinning rush of the world.
Make them wonder the identity
Of your Goddess.
A smile followed by a quick,
Sudden breath to blow a wayward strand
Back to her perfect place.

Referenced In:

• Dear Anima