we were in austria
on the crest of something so high
and we looked out over mountain tops.
we saw: our skirts were cascades
they were alps, and olympics.
there was a ma rainey sky
and those virgins' veils below.
snow and edelweiss and bitter cherry
and old streets i know.
brick, and black. dream it.
time and maps blend, overlap.
we see the same things.
we feel the same way.
