There is a blue blaze in the bush,
Its haze shines here, all
See it, in a rush,
I bathe in its thrall.
So-called odes,
lace secrets
desert rose,
cold soles, hot coals--
Does she care?
Hearts as eras
scar the core.
Loss or lost as cells erode,
'ere she rests here:
The deserted road.
