Like buoyant bubble on driftwood afloat, she swims addicted to constant motion in desert or swamp with gestures remote­ controlled by promise a mirage emotes on sand-face mirrors ravine reflection like buoyant bubble on driftwood afloat; she embraces wind to whorl inside moat, oblivious to gravity for skeleton in desert or swamp with gestures remote... Perhaps Maggie's success with a song that uses many of the lines of "Whistling Bird" (just one of a batch I mailed to her for months) combines with a brash freedom I feel after mother's demise. Otherwise, why would I be enraged? I was the one who placed the poem "Tragic Dove" in the saddlebag of the wayward horse. What's worse is I led him away from the stable when the rider returned to the house because she'd forgotten her water, the bottle I pilfered when she wasn't looking. I never thought the horse would end up colliding with a car. It was not my intention for anyone to be injured. I only want someone to find my poem and match it to Maggie's style.