She is Approaching, Tossing the Afternoon from its Wake

Jocund fences for embedding alacrity
stole under counter-like belligerent dances
bellicose mating calls and the rage of the human condition
stalwart tidings in the dance of recall
bound for the higher photon’s frequency and lingering cosmic dust
the pilot ingratiates crying penitence
for Her soporific voice from the wilderness
Her approaching in the tall weeds
where afternoon has hidden from Her glance