One breakfast, Amphibolisa sends a careful two shakes of salt to her coffee.
Spectated, but insouciant,
Not a speck of shame to wet the face.
What a fine pang that she should injure heaven so - with her spirit of recklessness - the sound of laws shattered - and Jesus takes a backward step,
Many more like her and there could be no commonwealth.
While Rhesus draws finger patterns in the sugar,
garden Zen gravel,
limpid calm,
sweetness, and a rake of certainty.
Yin and yang are at war.
