Indigo (1967)
All history in her bone
A period of a new kind
Deliciously aware solid smooth
Circus girl tumbler ballerina
The jolly best piece of Anglo
Saxon ass in the country
A little virago your mash
What’s she blasting that’s
Got her so far out of her tree
She walks like slow music man
So sleekly so unguessably
Long smooth taffy legs gleaming
Waxed calves flashing scissors
From boot leather to mini leather
Leaving bare that lovely duplicated
Tender concavity its graceful clench
Cadence vibrant saucy sibilant a-hum with
Improbable energies an incomparable figure
Without blemish simultaneously rich and delicate
Glittering in a bright penumbra shifting stirring
Slanting morning sunlight playing a mottled game
Through the rough spill red-blond-gold-russet
Striking thrusts and angles vulpine harshness
A vivid emerald gleam so directed it’s difficult
To think clearly in her presence nature’s mockery
Innocent expression subterranean values
The pattern of the maze if not the thread