Some arrive with soft wing flaps
alighting on her ivory cheek,
some are shadows by her mouth
that creep to where she bites her lip.
Others come on pink toe shoes and
pas de chat with her tilting chin,
or hide behind her squeezed eyelids
and wait for blinking, to escape.
Then the moment when her thoughts
ignite like Chinese fireworks—
imagination trailing sparks,
fired in her radiant smile
and scattered like a teacup full
of rubies and some star sapphires.