Largo

Largo

The new look at the end of a lengthy war

A smattering of seed pearls falls like a cloudburst

from the bodice

And artfully torn are the missing parts

from the overlay of netting

Enter a plea, you have been shattered by the glass door

Undone the zipper of your enemy’s purse

Strode to the precipice, the catwalk’s

Besought an audience and spoke of banqueting

A story of hopes and terrors never seen

Constantly, constantly play a role

Roll like a slot car as expected

Derailing wreckage declines in largo

Alarmed and grinding wryly smiling

Below the dust charmed powder

Be cordial and sip small drinks

edged here with sleep

Dust

(2015, Stephanie Foster)