Another Elegy       I am, she says,             a school of fish                     breathing gleam             magnificent blue                                 (wants, of course, a Cohen poem / slow green kisses                                                                                            for her snow-bruised skin                               wants a flood of small, bright heartbeats                         darting up to warm salt/sun                                         she thinks: one thousand, flex and scatter                                                                                                                                                                                                    (luminosity, great                                                                                                                                    joy)       - Shannon Less