Beckons like a broken boat
over a small waterfall,
like a garden rose
before bloom, like
an exposed live wire,
like an unfolded sheet,
like toes in sand,
like stargazing on
the Edgar Allan Poe library,
like an unmatched set
of earrings, like the Atlantic
joins the Arctic with
the bears, like a rainbow
hammock swaying in June
like a Catholic funeral.