Unpasting herself
from the deep
blue of the sky,
she rises
and walks gently
towards me,
bearing
on her head
on earthen jar
containing
the mysteries
of fresh amphora.
Her shadow
stretches
disappearing
into the blue,
then appears,
long and elegant
dreaming
of Giacometti,
Just as she comes
into focus,
she freezes
within
her tall frame
holding the thaw
of her contents,
the perfume
escaping
just enough
to make me
want more.