LAURIE HELLER

VENUS WEARS THE PANTS

The wind orders the world,

shuffles it like

a deck of cards.

So what if the ragged dress dances

in the wind

while Venus slips into the giant’s pants?

The dress begs for a face,

the face for a body.

We’ll walk with the wind

and run our palms

along the gritty bricks

unaware of the vivid flowers

breathing within.