(Heather in the) Deep Water

Bad luck in deep water

At the first opportunity

She’s back in over her head

Cool tearless only

The stencil of a triumph

Silently fighting for

Her satisfaction

As she hits the peak

Heather wants so much

Behind her closed eyelids

Red and white stars

Frightening wonderful such

A blazing wild invitation

In the gas flame blue smoothness

Gun metal smoked pear dark purple

And charcoal black as she goes

Rushing down the long descending

Arc of the bridge