Bur and Honey
. . . A red-winged blackbird zips to the height of a dying cypress, preening black satin feathers, scarlet stripes, praising the contrast of fire and dust, life and death.
If this hour is gliding out from under, darkness drifting in like feathers, winged and sly, I want to pour this day into my life, bur and honey, green and ripe.
-- "Bur and Honey"
Susan is a tall, willowy brunette in her late twenties. Dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, wearing no makeup, she could be a teenager On her way to the gym; in a floppy straw hat and a long flowered skirt she is a free spirited bohemian, stopping to talk animatedly with friends; in an expensive silk suit she looks the part of the advertising executive she once was, en route to a business meeting with a client.
But Susan has had to struggle with deep-seated feelings of abandonment to achieve her hard-earned composure. She has had to over