– in response to Bea Bulter’s watercolor painting, Untitled
the sputtering cyclone of
the golden ghost of hope
curls like the smoking promise
around a glowing womb
rubs the nerve raw
opens to the dawning
shadowed forge of life
a lens of black flame
focuses the whirling circle of pain
into a screaming vortex of mirror shard
the lightening claw
of dreamed desire
hushed in misted silence