She folds her hands over the
city and the river around her is like the
weed, when the wind is waving
it back and forth because of the
power that it has, she is restless
and her rings and jewelry wiggle and are
the towers and buildings where people
work, she wants to hold one of the children
in it and she wants to be a child,
then her hands are opened and on
her chest are things that
are growing, but she doesn’t know
the future and feels the oceans beside
the river that is swirling and knows
what the past and present is.