May Queen

She rests
in petals,
light—
 
the knotted red
nose, 
 
melting lips,
putty:
 
portrait of grief.
 
She watches
fire wriggle,
up— 
 
teasing
straw, hair,
 
skinning old
teeth,
 
skipping free.
 
She breathes
and smiles,
sweet— 
 
the bear
is dead;
 
smoke purrs
before
 
newborn sky.

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