her, as she is

she's always in a tank top
while im still strangled in a scarf.
And though I shed my boots
she's not even wearing socks.
My hair is tucked and pinned
away from the wind
Hers has burst out all curls and chaos.
i watch her laugh, never talk.
i watch her blow along instead of walk.
the sky rolls over her tongue like a drink.
the grass kisses her feet as they sink.
she needn't blink
needn't even open her eyes
the earth reflects her as she is
her iris, her midst.

feb 23, 06