Equinox

The four Equinox sisters,         the one, Fox, streaked -         all color, a blur         a Bloomingdale's on fire,         a wedge between Everest         & her fortune.         Samantha, the other         dun-coloured         earth-tide (in full bloom),         blossoms vernally & literally         busting out of her breeches with         eyes like barely sugar.         Jubilee. Fte de la vie.         Lighthouse keeper beckoning twin         shafts of warmth. Camberwell Beauty.         Rattan Bar, shooting star.         Carraciou (and castanet) an evening song,         the most buxom but with dog days & tiresome moods         flushed with heat.         Tidewater in full ripple, a         murmuring of abstract intelligence         orchestrating summer's growth.         Emerald keeper. Silken flax         beguiling smile, wiggling toes.         A stickler for detail, she was (with endless         contortions) always in the grass.         Brumaire, evaporating vapors,         the most withdrawn &         difficult to know -         a dead leaf combed thru         wind-swept hair.         Infernally inclined, a modicum         of sparse economy idly knotting ice thru         a cadaver fence before putting on a brave show -         her stern beauty and most commanding feature, snow,         shone like almonds or stars twinkling from         an anorexic fist.         Alabaster, her prison whiteness         this Brumaire.         A clock, pier,         immovable, still.         Firing up the flashlight         in the dark like         beautiful woods sleeping.