We can call her
though not upon her
She is unannounced
at times uncordial
We may call her
impulsive, half-cocked
Brief, the madcap doxy
frustration chills her
She lingers consumed
on behalf of tears
That never touch us
trickles the dewdrops
Her lament pearls
widely becoming
In the oceans curls
until there is nothing
But all that is her
© Carla, 2011
