Lost lost in a blue bowl the sun
sticks to its clueless path
Thousands of feet below
dumb monster flowers
suck light from heaven
ignore the sun to track
the thin plume of a northbound jet
Heaven is at the Vanderbilts
Morning sends Mommy to New York
the house leans lunchward
Unable to miss her plane
she will hear all about it when she gets back
She will tell all about it when she gets back:
the gowns, the food, the conversation
the amazing people
In an exquisite bedroom
a doll gets an afternoon chiding
You are neither pretty, interesting, clever
nor agreeable enough
You need new clothes
Through the windows
yellow light and long shadows
a field of sunflowers
scans the sky