01
Sep
Picking azaleas at midnight for Cherie
French exchange student
who will soon wander silent across the
ghostly lawn, her delicate shadow caressing pink-hued
centuries-old pillars
She whispers expressionless in the dark
I hand her a blossom
She is innocence
pale skin shimmering porcelain in the Charleston moonlight
Harbor breeze rustles live oaks, her hair
blonde wisps cascading from braided flower-child halo
Now smiling softly, she whispers eccentricities
of dear, kindred Fred Schneider
and calls Lindsey Buckingham “genius”
She is Mercury 210
