The only soul who could dance
in harmony was Mardy.

She listened to the cardinals
with their scarlet songs

And was careful to hear how
they announced their noisy

Conflicts. Mardy could resolve
them as she walked spiral paths,

Thoughtful, listening. She
revered the bay air and

Spoke its special tongue.
A man and a woman are one.

Mardy was whole in that love.
I do not know which I favor —

The concern of her inquiry
Or the depth of her profundity —

Mardy’s discerning twinkle or
the comfort of her embrace.

Dogwood blossoms fell
like a pink canopy of delight.

The bliss of Mardy crossed
the earth with joy and sorrow.

Oh you who follow sweetness,
Why do you rush so constantly?

Stop a moment; you too will feel
Mardy’s magic move through the

Wind & lifeblood of those you love.
I know some music of song birds

And rhythms of the bay’s waves,
but I know too that Mardy

Is entangled in what I know.
When Mardy’s sight soared,

Trailing her golden feathers,
she marked the boundaries

Of what was beautiful and astonishing.
And at the sight of Mardy winging

In the open air, even the children of the
internet lifted their eyes in wonderment.

Mardy rode over so many seas in
Her sleek reliable craft. The colors

Of the water changed from robin’s
egg blue to the green of tumbled glass

To the startling orange of the waves
as the sun slipped down the skyline.

The clouds are silently shifting.
Mardy must be flying.

It was late afternoon all day long.
The coast was soaked with tears.

It was going to shower love.
Mardy sat rocking in treetops

Lulling the raucous birds into peace.