Fingers vibrating like plucked cello strings,
The vibrato rises, trembles,
The opera opens.
A turquoise-gold blur of liquid transformation,
An Icarus-dance of feathers and phoenix flames,
Melting like wax in the hungry waves of the sun.
A metallic kaleidoscope.
A southbound angel-dive,
A zig-zag lightning dart,
Tossing in corkscrew curls,
The hum rises,
A heartbeat purring,
Thundering to a diesel-engine crescendo.
Wings outstretched, beating hard,
Drum in my chest, beating hard,
Sun on my upturned face, beating hard,
Bass note of this city, beating hard,
She is desperately alive.