Above 8th Avenue
I see a piece of fabric fluttering
Your girl wings desperately flapping.
For a moment hanging
and yet
Too hard a world for
Out of focus girls

Elsewhere a volcano is exploding
Coastlines are eroding
I am reading
another poem about you
How
At only 22 you got
Angry at your angels
and
You flew

And we, the women
pulling at your dress
Have only strands of poetry
To embroider you a net.