in which bo ventures to wear a smile

in which bo ventures to wear a smile



little bo reposed in solemn slumber upon her jasmine bench.
stray words batted about her mind.
she swatted them away
--pesky bugs!

her irritation grew as the words screamed silence into her ear.
clamoring in the stillness,
her cracked vessel had sprung a leak.
--pesky words

those ambrosia scents of jasmine bench
aroused her from her slumber.
she stretched and yawned.

mysterious music, this scent of words
clinging to her pores
dripping as nectar
from her mouth

majestic ministrations
from fairies upon moss
angels from ether, bearing
gifts of words, which
softly soothes her sighing
and succors her heart

acceptance, long forgotten
becomes remembered.

now leaping, now prancing
from her mouth, dance her words.

her smile, a triumphant afterthought

--bruised orange