Jeltje Fanoy - a one time appearance

TH FLIGHT (1970s)

Three-dimensional exit, th bounce,

th spring, th flutter

What her mother feared, and,

when she was afraid, was it to be

again, like that, for her, and what she

was to become, if not th same, fear,

how to get to th other side, she’d ask

sometimes, can you think, clearly?

Under-rewarded, denied, deprived,

starved of         split into two

ruinous might ‘n fight, loud,

louder, stark, th occasional inroad

in tatters         peripheries

beat, to th bone         Accelerate

and be gone, and, then,

will she be there for her, hopefully,

for both of them? They are, away

from fateful non-accomplishment,

on th road, one hopeful shadow