Sara Orange Tip
You could have folded like a paper
triangle, and slipped naturally
into death’s pocket--
if you weren’t so beautiful.
June’s mustard fields and streams
still wait for you. Verbena’s purple bloom
has missed your touch. Who captured
you in mid-flight
and pinned you to this board,
forcing you to fly throughout the ages
with your elegance exposed?
(Published in Flutter Poetry Journal 2008)