All there was a chance driving her mad
whether to choose wine or a hemlock
was all she could consider in a moment’s
respite at the altar of Juno, the merciful Goddess
The roses sparingly left with a purpose on the altar
and a hankerchief to wipe the brow with a heart for the summer
the sweat telling time and days at hour why love is a flower?
And the boom of lillies litter the street and She holds
the dynamic feet from tumbling over the waves as if to unfold
the love for casino and call it a meek renewal of time
to loose fortune over the dance of dice and call the God
a lame man who would induce all the fame of mime
and now on the ocean where nothing preserves but tide
she gave herself to the vastness of pouring water and chance
to finally sort out her life!