She was so special,

no woman on Earth has ever compared

to the serenity in autumn, winter

or in the spring, as ice flows fall,

smash into the water beneath

and sail, bobbing, stealthy jogging onwards,

partially melting as I hope

they were able to and in the end

finding open sea water to repeat the thousand year cycle,

of wear and tear and heartbreaking beauty

that flutters by in the whisper

of conversation by the floral clock

and finger licked clean Wendy Burger

when you have not looked at anything