to her Eyes and into its Pools of Suffering
with Dignity, dignity First, what's next little
Matters to her. For she is Corales,
of Ruby's Tone in her Heart as she feels
each Piece of her soul Rebuilt and Reframed.
like a White Winter Weather Flower blooming
in January on the Shallow hills covered
by a Sleek shrubby Ivy. Elsewhere where am I?
We've traveled Miles without your asking.
What happened and how did we Arrive here?
The sonnet's become a Motorcyle
and the Sound of its Engine Passing Past.