Dana

Smoking a lucky star, chasing numbers, always swimming out too far, the same calendar sisters say, how we wondered, she'd make a great play, her great beating heart, lived near the wetlands, then she bought a car, sped into the fray, her face bewildered, would give anyone a race, right from the start insisted, we watch her skid park, she hit the cliff gates, her laughter gone still, almost ten years to date, love always hungers.