Two Shifts Passing in the Night

Two Shifts Passing in the Night

she
comes

on a cyan-tailed

comet, bareback braving the

solar wind as you wet your lips and

she passes too close, dancing and doppling

through your star-dappled daydreams, an

unearthly equestrian on a

red-tufted stallion

leaving
you

— Stace Johnson, 1988