Rich Misstep
One year ago today
you won.
The prize sailing deep
from one end of your earth
to the tips of your fingers
steaming slips of paper taking
the place of lamenting
and lines drawn on your hand
lavishing your pain licking.
The reality of your fortune
amassed
the misstep taken on the terrace
the baggage left at the trainstop
the dance
of dripping on the floor.
Your milky countenance is found
your unlocked closet door
displays in you
the parvenu
the wealthy looking in the mirror
unable to remove his poor.