And then I gave her the eye.
Her skin alabaster of sweet sweet
Autumn's country grove; country mile
North of cumulonimbus, left side of
Corn rows, the sunset more smile than
Yawn; her yelp of timeless pertinacity
Filled me with nostalgia for moment's moments
Past; living, here, unmitigated, sunsets drop like
Lightest raindrop--Stop. Thunderstorm, mother lode,
This two-bit 1992, all of it. Recollection of a
Now-forgotten acronym. The acrimony of dreams
Then I gave her the eye.