by this Elizabeth
She juggles flame
while we swordfight
and the children
paint eggs.
The men duel
off to the sides
discussing strategy
with their students.
The sun sets
and after the storm;
the children
crack the shells.
We tell half-truths
to a naturalist
and take advice
and eat too well.
Soon we move
like fireflies
glowing pink
purple blue
And finally
the fire burns
hot and long
and then we dream.
