I’m the blurred settler, second wife to a sequined dress.
She was best friend with a rolling gait whose
laughter spread across beach and basement club.

Will she recede, smoke into blue and white?

Sew her frock into a pillow and stuff. Throw
by the corkscrew willow then summon the rain.
Weave what’s left into my garden fence.

Later, I’ll pound the earth like a drum