return

her legs are permanently open in wait for the home coming silence
from abroad
from tented hollows and dugouts
her pelvic ribbons knotted, kneeling towards borders

an owl hoots softly on the bark
over her face it takes its camouflaged wing to blanket her beak,
the masked avenger Don Diego de la Vega
the one who returns time and time again
beneath the asylum of darkness
but when?

legs bend and stretch
the Gumby girl with eyebrows of yellow
umbrellas of corn covering windows of salt
her fingers flood out to the transistor knob of glory relaying stories over waves of air

coming home, leading home, some come home after they've left but then remain where they've been

legs drifting, exposed