Posy

I wonder what ether infuses consciousness Why this delirium after last night’s show? What’s in a name? Oh how I’d watched her Every skillful every reckless change of face Every dancing change of pace Her outrageous fling of clothes from Flatbush to Paris Dominating every set of scrambled spangled disarray She might have jigged the crown at old Bolshoi No one would be aware No one would care Posy Wild flower All alone I wonder at the indelible ghostly mix In that face Such delicacy a breeze-filtered smoke clouding my eyes Or is it all in a name Posy?