Selah whose wide bottom dwindles the chair,
her long skirt a hideout for feigning children.
Friends say she's gorgeous in courtesy;
love, summer-greedy, jumps in her lap.

Balanced on strong knees, meal at the picnic.
She guzzles beer, easily burps.
Selah who whittles her smile for occasions;
children tiptoeing closer, close.

Steel guitar sun-songs burn to match her eye.
Molly's two cats hiss kids out of hiding.
Bedtime say mothers who know no better with
Selah reaching out to stop exodus.

Looneys for arcades - this to the tallest �
but only if you promise to take me one day.
Beau's half-sis Sel, 15 years older �
shoes removed, she taps out a beat.

You tired Selah? She winks for answer:
Dark Magic's White Magic poorly treated.
Game of cards Selah? Jokes blithely hatted;
shell game goes on by river's edge.

Magic, poorly treated, salves half-heartedly.
Selah knows better than to speculate why.
More beer Selah? She prefers dancing:
Passion � Blank Magic � for mazing the dead.



�2007 by Lisa Gordon