Her maps are far spacial
flowers, ink blots with cleared
centers, of unknowing-- but their
openess. She said
she"ll draw a map in lavender, without--
markings only for some bridge
or around hills things like dashes,
spurts of buried hideouts.
I see her swim below.
A reflection pooling the ariel
leaves and flashes a swan
swimming sun above her.
Then, she makes the sun the glass for her water.