her calling card presence belies
an aura of a certain dignity,
a riddle that
leads with its answer
so clearly that you miss
that it is in plain sight
she carries a duality
in her deep green
or are they hazel
5000-piece puzzle eyes
indifference to pain
that she might cradle
those who suffer
cause and effect
carved her
slowly and perfectly
like a river gently cuts
the walls of a canyon
unwrapping a life
of color and light
she cannot help but
make music, with her hands
or by the way her
body cuts through the air.
she is a song,
a six syllable waltz
with the most perfect
Japanese lyric
indifference to pain
that has defined her
celebration of discovery
© Tom Watters 1/26/07
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