Catherine

Alone on the court,

small bird - she waits, 

sucks in a breath, 

exhales a shooting star 

that I still wish on. 

Twiggy lent it to her, 

eclipse eyes and 

tiger's breath. 

My angel sent, 

her dust suspended in 

time, off the collarbone 

and through the halls - 

under her spell, I fell.