Friday

i saw genevieve and her mother
she was a bright dawn
her mother was sunset
she was squinching up her nose,
a compressed lightbulb on springs
her eyes kept clarifying
with each thought gazing into them
her mother stood by
a redwood
i saw their faces blurr
into two spots
earth and light
dense and transparent, blown apart
to re-attract
you thank me,
the music teacher
for being the focus of
your daughter's love
i wanted to tell her
that i've scene her before and
the light that is her daughter
huntress and fawn
nourishing one
to cleave a path for the other
your daughter was a floating spore
from the hearts of flowers
she was the bed of air
she was the kite of air and
you fanned her into flame
by being that
earth brown and
that incandescent
you and she