she started a story
she was sure she could finish
one of delirious phenomena
and a deep fishing hole

she wore a jacquard coat
and a white top hat
he was in the kitchen
stirring up a borscht

under puffs of cotton
blackening into thunder
clouds � after red beets,
a morning�s tortuous toilette

where he ripped a tail of sheeting
artfully cut at the corner �
cut higher to show a black
high rise of hair, and higher