All of a sudden,
Upon the woman,
You are in a glamour causeway,
And cinematic, clamorous singing
From those around you will inspect.
.
We have seen too many of these things over the years,
From Joyce,
Through Bukowski,
.
And now upon the woman
You will wonder,
Will she integrate with her surroundings,
Does she know about Verlaine and Rimbaud,
Would she risk her life
To save someone else,
And does she make the snow fall
Upon a bookend of the year.