For Phyllis age 15 The sun rose again last night a different rose a different sun that might turn the tables on a distant shore eching to the forefront. An angel flies all around with wisdom and wit and sharp barbs. She is bringing many gifts for that table on which dwells heartsoft balms whispering across time delivering music, sounds of the winter. Another angel bears fruits, plucked from ripe trees waiting for the feast when Clarity shall call and all will be revealed as if of yesterday. She has much to say to you, revolving Earth ancestor plants wings of joy and shells You must ask of opportunities gone by.