The running woman (For Gabriela)

Why do you run, run, run?
Swifter, swifter, swifter
than his metaphor
of wings & fire
but he hears only the sea
in his sighs
He might as well have asked:
Why the wind trails her hair?
Why the sun flares on her nape?
Why her heart beats, beats, beats
to the rhythm of her feet?
The body has a mind all its own,
daring to outrun time, time, time
& Faust-like survive the infidelity
of flesh & bones
She will only move
swifter, swifter than his words
Whatever is not spoken
is O buried in the wind

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