Snap

by Robert Beveridge

Al'pharatz framed

by the window,

gauze curtains

Russian blue

on her shoulder

looks down, face

obscured by straw

brushes an imaginary

piece of lint on her

pink leotard

which catches

the sun, envelops

her in a haze

of pink gauze

against the darkness

of the kitchen

I can see her eyes

blaze green but

I cannot tell

if she smiles