Britney Spears Sings the Blues
For Pat

The day is longer than my noonday shadow
the leaves are greener than her eyes
The wind comes up, the trees courtsey,
And the leaves sing with a voice of many waters

I walk the cathedral harbor
Where shellfish prayers
Prick my fingers
Barbed wire twines the afternoon
I walk the formidable sidewalk DNA
Through dog-bush warrens
And her impossible magnolia eyes

Light plays feline mazurkas
Across the fractured concrete
Each door could be hers
Each window a foreign country
And though I have chanted the ancient stones
Her shade follows me from pillar to post