this frame is a poem,
a ladybird, whitewreathed
and winged and waist-
deep laced in godly plumage,
steeped in folds and cushion.
here, it is as if
she, Ledabird, is
tucked between reds
and cream to dream.
she might be
praying. to what god?
to a swan impregnating
her gilded folds.
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