So it was that in the garden
Some two hours after the party that she
Dressed in epiphany blue
Stepped barefoot onto the raised stone
Of the fountain
Holding in one hand
A red rope
Which would have been an unusual thing
If it were anyone but her
She ties knots or cuts them away as
Would a bargeman
As if it were her distinction
Which it was
The Fountain was still
And had been for some time
Such that she could see reflected in the pool of water
A reproduction of the moon
Somewhat above and to the left of her face
As the moon was full and so
Provided plenty of light for reflection
She was pretty she thought
As she trailed a finger under the strap of her dress
Allowing it to fall with a dip
And twist of her body
She dropped the rope with the dress
Behind her
He picked it up
