Sandra Smiles

(illustration by Sandra Chi)

The rain never stops for Sandra.
It gets too excited with her smile.
Let foreign invaders pose their art,
let native collaborators prance their dance –-
don’t let Sandra smile,
it is the end of romance,
or the beginning of revolution,
the breaking of idols, the falling of gods.

From on high, angels sigh,
scatter seeds of confusion & inspiration –-
the silence of sacrifice.
Hearts on slabs, wheels on fire.
The gentlest of touches,
the wispiest of dews;
all bear witness to the promise blank.

Men never tire of the chase,
Bear witness to desperate disparate deeds.

Sandra smiles.
Anything exists.