Belated

| FROM THE MUSE | BY SUSANNA FAAS-BUSH | MAY, 2013 |

She shimmered into my life, and I, like the fool I still am, blamed her for flickering without thanking her for light. In her wake, I realized my oxygen was gone, left to orbit another moon. Shadowing and streaming through panting riverbeds, I mimic her motions but only manage to shimmy and shiver.