she was
a loosely tied sack
of pine needles
dripping pitch
and
half hatched
sea turtle eggs

she was
the punt to light
the fireworks
the spark
that set the sky aflame
with hyacinth blossoms
in plumeria haze

she was
a half eaten sausage
on the sidewalk
swarmed over with ants
desperate
to appease the queen
of the anthill

she was
my first thought
at waking
my last thought
at sleep
my every smile
my every broken

she was
the sun
behind the clouds
the rain
on a sunny day
the end
of the painbow

she was
the road dust
on the long trail
home
she was
she was
she was