She Moves

This poem is a self-portrait

SHE MOVES
November 6, 2006

She moves and see her
arms, a neck down one,
with frets, a nut, her wrist,
ivory-white
and smooth with grooves to hold
the strings down past
her sound hole and up
the other arm. See pied a keyboard
plastic-tickled melodies
to her leather fingers; reins
that tug at fingernail bits.

She steps and see her
legs, a stage down one
with lights, curtains, ankles,
Royal blue
and plush that touch the center
once drawn from right and left
then down the other
leg. See rhymed a poem
fancy-fed with imagery
to her canvas toes.