Ascending July
(for Crystal)

An angel wrapped in white
Perches above shimmering ripples;
Tasting the perfumed breath
Of sweet plum blossoms grown in the stickiness
Of summer.
She ponders her iridescent reflection in the dazzling fluid
She sheds her pallid nightgown and raises her pretty face
Towards heaven, marveling at the inky night
Casually pinned with stars.
She pushes forward, and with a splash
She disappears into the cold water's waiting arms