(for Ahila)

  eyelashes dip on the open book

  She is reading

  will not look up

  The words are printing tall tales

  on the intricate lace

  of her feather hazel head

  Lean long wrist        bangles

     reach down

  Turn the page

     my page

  She rests

    then her eyes walk

  A scarlet moon is rising from

        the printed ink

  Her ankles bracelets shake softly

  This is for you to read