Blue Cheer

(Dickie Peterson, Leigh Stephens, and Peter Wagner)
The lady folded
Her silver hair
Behind her back
With the strings of a veil.
And cut me a pack
Of a famous sword
Sharp to East
Her magnitude
That made the table
In an infinite tangle.
And then the darkness came
And wrapped on velvet feet
And here through the window
I saw a quickening eye.
Reflecting time
In the blowing night
And pulled the shade
To a clear green game